1933 1933

Karl Wiener made this watercolour sometime in 1933, and there’s something about the fluidity, the ease with which the paint bleeds and blends, that pulls me in. I can imagine the artist working quickly, letting the water do its thing, coaxing that ghostly face out of the paper. Those intense red eyes—they really grab you, don't they? I wonder what Wiener was thinking, feeling, as he laid down those strokes. Was he channeling some inner turmoil? I get the sense he was part of an earlier generation of expressionist painters that were in touch with themselves in a way that feels scary to me. It reminds me that painting isn't just about making something pretty; it's about wrestling with the unknown, trying to capture something elusive. It's a conversation across time, artists speaking to each other through their work. And we, as viewers, get to eavesdrop, to join in the dialogue, bringing our own experiences and interpretations to the mix.