Krajobraz wiejski z drzewami 1921

Tadeusz Makowski painted this landscape with oil on canvas, probably en plein air, chasing the light across the fields. The painting is bathed in soft, hazy light, with greens and browns dominating the palette, punctuated by the blue of the sky and touches of red in the buildings. You can almost feel the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. I can imagine Makowski, squinting at the scene, trying to capture the essence of the Polish countryside. The paint is applied with a kind of casual confidence, thick in some areas, thin in others, giving the surface a lovely tactile quality. Look at the way he’s rendered that large tree in the foreground, how the branches reach up and out, as if longing for something just out of reach. This piece feels like a conversation with the Impressionists, a nod to their exploration of light and atmosphere, but with a distinctly Polish accent. I think of Bonnard, with his intimate interiors and sun-drenched gardens. Makowski isn’t just painting a landscape, he’s painting a feeling, a memory, a sense of place.