Egon Schiele, My Father and Me
Nemo dat quod non habeat You cannot give what you do not have. My father began collecting Egon Schieles in the 1950s, his apartment filled to overflowing with near-pornographic images of cadaverous men and women, many with red hair like Ilona, my new stepmother, a childless, childlike woman as different from my accomplished, emancipated mother…