No question, when artists explore each other's disciplines, their work grows. For historical novelists, the arts of a period—both fine art and popular culture—are vital to imagining what our characters think and feel and know.
Only twenty-two years separate Klimt’s birch forest from Harrison’s Novembre of the previous post, yet they clearly belong to two different centuries, two different sets of concerns. They inform totally different stories. For me, the wistfulness of Novembre fits with the sensibility and experience of my artist character, Jeanette, in Where the Light Falls. Klimt might have been too avant-garde for her sister Mattie in the New York of 1908; but then again Mattie’s experience might just prepare her to “get it.” I’ll have to think about that.