He passed away with his eyes open, blue as the sky and big as his curiosity and his vital impetus; those wild and expressive eyes, vehement as he himself was, with quick and sharp words, but a tender heart. He died on March 28th 1942, the Saturday before Easter, in Alicante. But not completely, because whoever is eternal never disappears.
Mi infancia son recuerdos de un patio de Sevilla,
Wasserschlangen II (1904-1907)
At the beginning of the 20th century, after abandoning the Secession movement and retiring to live on the outskirts of Vienna, Klimt began a period of greater creative freedom, in which he produced some of his most famous and recognized works and increased his degree of eroticism.
Arte digital, pintura e ilustración, diseño gráfico, murales... Me dedico a todo esto... y a mucho más.
Llega "El año en que murió Freddie" mi primer libro de la mano de Domiduca Libreros. ¡No te quedes sin él"
"Deja de pensar, deja que todo fluya, siéntate al sol y disfruta de la vida."