"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

#ChthonicThursday: Maximilian Pirner

Maximilian Pirner (1854–1924) was a Czech painter and one of the leading figures in the Vienna Secession, a significant movement in art and design that emerged in 1897.
At its core, the Vienna Secession was a rebellion against the academic art establishment, which was dominated by historicism and rigid standards: the artists involved sought to create a new, modern aesthetic that reflected the changing times and the spirit of the age, which might explain why Pirner is… well… a bit gloomy.

Pirner wasn’t as active in the local artistic community as artists such as Gustav Klimt, Josef Hoffmann, and Koloman Moser, and maybe that’s why his focus remained on classical mythology, but the incursions of macabre themes undeniably tie him to his contemporaries.

The end of all things

 

Medusa

 

Hecate (1901)

 

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