Long story short – Gustav Klimt‘s The Kiss (1907) is one of my favorite paintings.

I’m not some sexed-up maniac who canvasses art for masked phallic symbols. I’m slightly bolder than your average midwestern, American girl: living in NYC, analyzing new opportunities for billion-dollar companies by day and exploring counter cultural movements by night.

I am defined by my passion. It’s at the core of all that I am and do: my initiative, ambition, and enthusiasm. It’s that fire that I saw when my art history professor first unveiled The Kiss to me. For years, the painting encompassed all the energy, complexity and reward that I sought in my own ventures and projects.

And so, a few months ago, my love of Klimt took me to the Neue Galerie on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Until August 2011, they’re showing an exhibit on Vienna’s defining cultural and stylistic movements at the turn of the century. I went to indulge in Klimt and left a devoutest for the strict adherence to function exemplified by Adolf Loos’ furniture.

A great kiss can change everything. It’s been at least a year since I’ve written publicly, but I hope that this blog has all the passion, personality and strength that I try to bring in my offline life. I hope it’s a great “kiss” – exciting and uncomplicated. It’s the beginning of a transformative journey for me – from a young woman’s brash passion and obsession with the deeply impactful experiences of life to the sophisticated, learned woman’s understanding of simplicity and subsequent mastery of life.

“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent.  It takes a touch of genius – and a lot of courage – to move in the opposite direction,” said E.F. Schumacher. My hunt for the simple is a search for the essential. Thanks for being part of the journey.