Sunset 1904

Here's a reflection on Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis's painting, "Sunset". Just look at those blurred horizontal strokes of red and yellow, fighting for space, scraping and sliding against each other. It feels like you can see the whole thing coming into being, shifting, changing, until the artist said: "Okay, that's it. I'm done." Imagine Ciurlionis standing there, mixing colors, lost in thought. What was he thinking as he laid down these marks? There's a real physicality here – the thin paint allows the texture of the surface to come through, creating a subtle tension between the seen and unseen. It makes me think of other painters who were similarly obsessed with light and color, like Turner. Artists are always in conversation, each one building on what came before. It's like we’re all adding our own little brushstrokes to one giant, ever-evolving painting. We embrace the uncertain, finding new meanings within the ambiguity.