Writing my dissertation completely squeezed the joy out of looking at or reading about the work of Egon Schiele. So severe was this feeling, I reached the point where the only pleasure I took from my research was the great colours highlighters make when they overlap.
Happily my Schiele fatigue has gone and I am trying to plan a trip to Vienna to see the Leopold Museum's collection of his works. While I'm (theoretically) there I would also love to see their current exhibition exploring the Male Nude as subject which looks fantastic.
