K is for Gustav Klimt

One of the greatest tragedies of my adolescence was planning an imaginary trip to visit my favourite Klimt paintings and drawings, only to find out that some of his most incredible work was destroyed in a fire.

Apologies, kidlets.  I got going on this one, got myself in way deep, then got fed up and stopped working on it.  Here's as finished as it's going to get for now.