Klimt and Cook

I was surprised to read that, a couple of years ago, one of Gustav Klimt's paintings was, second to a Picasso, the dearest painting in the world to be sold at auction. I don't like the stuff. It reeks of interior design to me.
Klimt was obsessed with the female figure to such an extent that there is hardly any other figure or scene in his works not having as its chief topic the female form. He seemed to be so obsessed with it that all other thoughts were buried beneath it; there is no thought in his paintings, only design. The fact that they have sold so well may be because they are so glossy and rich looking and that these aspects are mistaken for "art".
Beryl Cook too was an obsessional painter only she was obsessed with the female form in a different way: she presented groteque versions of females - always haveing innocent fun. There is no fun in Klimt's paintings, only the female form in all its glory or, if not in its nude glory, then draped with glory in the form of excessively gaudy colour.
I cannot say that I like either Klimt or Cook but I admire Cook more for her honesty in depicting women she liked, doing things she would have enjoyed doing herself if she had had the nerve to attempt them.
While about Beryl Cook there is an aura of Mary Whitehouse, about Gustav Klimt there is an aura of decadence.