coffee no. 137

Near the city centre there is a small quasi-professional art gallery which I pass almost every day. They sell nice jewellery and horrible paintings. About a year ago on the display appeared a big copy of Klimt's THE KISS. It was awful as hell -- different colours, shapes, everything. Moreover, the paining kept on fading in the sun shining through the window. Yesterday I noticed a jarring change --THE KISS disappeared, visibly bought by someone blind or crazy. Uffff. I was standing in front of the empty gallery display, grinning like someone who at last threw away the most ugly armchair in their house.
Today the gap has been filled. With Klimt's JUDITH, painted by the same excellent *author*...

Thank goodnes in two weeks I will have an occasion to watch a REAL Klimt at Viennese Belvedere.