Fritza Riedler

She sits very straight in a great white gown of frills and folds, hands laid one over the other in her lap, and she is not smiling for anybody. Gustav Klimt has set her against a wall of burnt orange scattered with small blue squares.

Behind her head there is an arch of coloured mosaic, like a window opening onto nothing, and the panel at her side is worked all over in little shapes that seem to look back at you!