Indgangen til Cassis, også kaldet Kirketårnet i Cassis 1909

Othon Friesz, in this watercolor, takes us to Cassis, a little village on the Mediterranean coast. The painting, all washed in blues and browns, feels like a memory. I can imagine Friesz standing there, squinting in the sun, dabbing at the paper with his brush. It’s interesting how he frames the scene with those chunky towers. They almost look like they’re made of earth, the way the colours bleed and blend. And then, beyond them, the church spire peeks out, surrounded by houses with terracotta roofs. You know, there’s something so satisfying about the way Friesz simplifies everything. It's like he's saying, "Here's the essence of this place." He's not trying to capture every detail, just the feeling of being there. It reminds me of Cézanne, who was also obsessed with capturing the soul of a place. Painters—they're always in conversation with each other, aren't they?