To speak of Paintings and in addition of one's own is difficult and often not very spontaneous. Engagements, choices, values, ideals make no difference. These things are updated and only point out to one's prejudices.
But I am sure of a couple of things I will always like. Sensual pleasures (to eat, to touch, to feel, etc.), beauty (of bodies and nature) and art (painting, sculpture and architecture).
In painting what I like today is all, or just about, that doesn't fall within the officiousness of Modern Art.
I like those who are left out, excluded by prejudices, that fashion calls mannered or decadent. I like their showy talent, the great opulence and glorious mastery of their works.
I like involution, the upsetting of the notions of time and space, the Unheimliche that emanates intellectual disorientation.
So I like Bocklin, the pre-Raphaelite Holman Hunt, Klimt together with Klinger and von Stuck, the composed Puvis de Chavannes, the elegant Khnopff, the sybarite Moreau, the victorian Alma-Tadema and the italian Sartorio.
Art is made of thousands of possibilities and contradictions, one should abstain from the tendency, too general and too easy, of classifying and decreeing on the spot which are the vital statements of our time and which is the right road to follow.

Angelo Vadalą