Egon Schiele and Paul Klee are both crowd pleasers, but how radically different are the pleasures they offer. Last fall, the Neue Galerie exhibited drawings, paintings and prints by the angst-ridden Austrian Expressionist. This spring, Klee’s affectionately cultivated whimsies adorn the museum’s pristine walls. The swing from masturbatory psychodramas to teetering, childlike enigmas is dramatic. Read More
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