egonschiele
robbietreend:

Self portrait - Egon Schiele 1910.
Today I went to the National Gallery, I’m broke so I couldn’t get into the exhibition again, but I did go to the book store to have a flick through some of the Schiele book’s I’ve asked for as Christmas presents and in them were amazing unseen(by me) photos of him in ART CLASS IN VIENNA and the drawing from that photograph and pictures of him and Edith, actually it may have been Wallie and a little boy who I suspect is the model for Boy in a Sailor Suit (1913) and they also had a picture of Schiele in primary school and him as a boy in a sailor suit also it was amazing. And of course his letters and poetry, one I had to remember was one he did about his self-portraits and possibly why he does them:
A Self-Portrait
I am for me and those to whom
the thirsty drunkenness for
freedom presents everything with me,
and for everyone as well, because everyone
I love as well, - love.
I am among the most noble 
the most noble
and among those who requite 
the ones who requites most
I am human, I love
death and love
Life.
(1910)

robbietreend:

Self portrait - Egon Schiele 1910.

Today I went to the National Gallery, I’m broke so I couldn’t get into the exhibition again, but I did go to the book store to have a flick through some of the Schiele book’s I’ve asked for as Christmas presents and in them were amazing unseen(by me) photos of him in ART CLASS IN VIENNA and the drawing from that photograph and pictures of him and Edith, actually it may have been Wallie and a little boy who I suspect is the model for Boy in a Sailor Suit (1913) and they also had a picture of Schiele in primary school and him as a boy in a sailor suit also it was amazing. And of course his letters and poetry, one I had to remember was one he did about his self-portraits and possibly why he does them:

A Self-Portrait

I am for me and those to whom

the thirsty drunkenness for

freedom presents everything with me,

and for everyone as well, because everyone

I love as well, - love.

I am among the most noble 

the most noble

and among those who requite 

the ones who requites most

I am human, I love

death and love

Life.

(1910)

If all I am is dreaming,

remind me why I started sleeping.

Why I wandered.. into some unknown territory,

only to emerge some untold story.

It all seems so false - these keys, this house, so artificial.

A little too “official.”

When do chains break?

When we connect broken ties? Cross fine lines?

All of this - in a drive. 

There’s no need for static

incoherent schemes,

we’re awake with our thoughts,

amidst the most vivid of dreams.

But does intent show through?

Is my only question..

A change of view -

not only a suggestion. 

And even if the slightest gains

an honorable mention,

I’ll throw out all of my dollars,

and pay my utmost attention. 

if only i didn’t need to drown out the sound

by drowning out the silence

with a reckless account of what was

and what has - 

if only

they knew

that there was much

more..

more to it all

that didn’t linger momentarily

in a sort of pattern

that seems to 

repeat

i t s e l f

until,

somehow

logic is replaced

by

habit.

if only

we dropped

d

o

w

n

down

from our

forever

i n f l a t e d 

cloud

that’ll one day 

burst

"but nothing hurts"

in a furious fit

come down

come down