Of the Austrian artists of his era, he is my favourite, still. Mostly known for his rather drastic female nudes and self portraits, the former being on the border to pornography and the latter to outright craziness, while some pictures intermingle.
But. But the rawness. The sense of proportion, on first sight almost distortion. The barren colouring. Emotions like despair, want, admiration, the frost of loneliness, the feeling of not belonging, all are right there, to be seen. And his works of nature, houses and children speak of attentiveness and tender care.
I will leave out the well known images but go for my personal favourites, as per usual.