My mom is a wonderfully talented artist working mostly in pastels and oils. We send a lot of emails back and forth about interesting stories we come across online - many of them having to do with art. The below story is courtesy of her (thanks, Mom!) and I found it absolutely fascinating. My husband and I visited Prague and Vienna 8 years ago and I stood in absolute wonder in the Belvedere Museum in Vienna where they showcased their collection of art by Gustav Klimt. We've all seen his stunning work printed on tote bags, pillows, mugs, umbrellas, and my friend from high school even had The Kiss poster above her bed. The thing about art is that it never translates as well as the real thing when reproduced. I find this especially true for Klimt's work due to the texture and metallics he used.
Loving color work knitting as much as I do and always paying attention to patterns, I just assumed that Klimt had created the fabulous garments worn by the people (often women) he painted, and that they didn't actually exist. Boy, was I wrong! Reading this article gave me instant knitting inspiration and Emilie's story must be shared. Original article found here.