Kandinsky's "Impression III" is a whole other world of painting. Looking at it, I get the feeling he began with a big, sweeping gesture of yellow, like sunshine flooding a room. I can feel the guy painting this, the way he might have stood back, squinted, and then, bam! He throws in those bold black strokes – kinda daring, right? I love the way they disrupt the calm. It’s like, “Hey, wake up!” The little pops of red and blue add a touch of whimsy. I imagine him listening to music, maybe something a little dissonant. He’s trying to capture the feeling, not the thing. I've always looked at his work and felt a little braver with my own. Like, "Oh, you can just DO that?" He wasn’t afraid to let his paintings be messy, emotional, and a little bit weird. We are lucky to have him.
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