Most the figures are female for, as he admitted, his real painterly interest was “above all, women”. They were a more visceral interest too. Klimt may have lived with his mother and sisters, and his lifelong companionship with the dress designer Emilie Flöge may not have been physical, but at his death he was facing 14 paternity suits from former models. A look at his Nuda Veritas or Judith II and it is clear that, for this neighbour and exact contemporary of Freud, women — idealised or femmes fatales — were an obsession.
It is, however, his landscapes that are the real delight of the show. He painted them during his regular breaks at Attersee near Salzburg and they show nature rearranged as rhythm and pattern. He cropped his scenes tightly, filling the frame with a mosaic of tree trunks or leaves and often doing without either a horizon or a focal point. What landscapes such as The Park and Fir Forest I show is Klimt clearing his mind of the headiness of Vienna. They will have the same effect on the viewer in culture-laden Liverpool.

















