“Awakening the Night,” a new exhibit at Schloß Belvedere, was this month’s selection for the private tour group that I am a newcomer to.  Last month the exhibit tour was of Nackte Männer, and I was pleased with myself for understanding most of the guide’s narrative. But after all, naked men are pretty easy to understand.

I did well again today, recognizing this first piece as a work of Rene Magritte.  Photos courtesy of the Belvedere website because, why?  No photos permitted, not even without flash. Sigh.

It’s called September 16. It’s surrealism, that’s all you need to know. The one below had something to do with the father, seen surrounded by his daughters, not believing his son’s tales of ghosts. Easy enough.

Austrian Impressionism, I think. Not sure why the artist desired that the Eiffel Tower be painted as if on fire, but I like the colors well enough to want to hang this in my house. 
Alas, the only reproductions available for purchase included “a classic tragic figure in the Byronic period,” a man consumed with desire for his half-sister girlfriend (the “night” part is the moon, barely visible through the window in the painting), and Dante and Virgil crossing the River Styx.  Tormented souls isn’t quite what I have in mind for the dining room walls, though. (Photos of the postcards I bought courtesy of my iPhone.)

The shades of grey and white were many as I walked back from Lower to Upper Belvedere. Snow had begun falling again, and the wind whipped the swirling flakes around me. 
No one walking through the gardens today.
The “January” garden cherub looks unhappy with the cold.