At my home, all the way yonder in Virginia. My mom has these framed pictures. they are 3, but in a spaced out continuity are the same picture. I remember the picture ever since in my youth when I really started working the pre-frontal lobe of my brain.
I would always walk by it with a glancing view. But once I had an art project during my senior year of high school, the assignment was to recreate an image you like. I didn't want to travel far to see something, or put the effort of logging on the computer with a dial up speed. So I decided to go out in the hall and really look at pictures in the hall.
I choose recreate just the image to the right of a woman covered. But when I was doing this assignment I realized that a man was wrapped around her, not a snuggie. Which amazed me, because I've lived in that home for so many years and never noticed that one detail to that print.
The image stuck in my head, but I never learned who the artist was or the name of it. My mother and art teacher didn't know.
But last week in class, when we saw the image in class I immediately remembered it and will never forget it.
The Tree of Life, by Gustav Klimt. made in 1909
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