Ællingen maatte svømme... 1928

Fritz Syberg made this drawing with ink on paper. The scene comes alive through a flurry of hatching marks, each stroke a deliberate breath, layering to create form and depth. It’s a world of moody light, where a pool reflects the sky, mirroring both stillness and restless energy. Syberg coaxes the ink to dance and play, evoking a sense of movement and transformation. The drawing is a living thing, constantly shifting, a testament to the artist's hand. I wonder what Syberg was thinking, standing before this scene, pen in hand, capturing not just the physical reality but the feeling of the moment. Did he feel the cold? Did he hear the wind? Did he see a world of greys? Painters are in an ongoing conversation, each stroke and mark a response to the world and to the legacy of art, and Syberg speaks to us with an intimate voice, inviting us to see and feel alongside him.