The Hudson at Inwood 1917

Ernest Lawson painted "The Hudson at Inwood" with oil on canvas and it's like he's wrestling with the landscape. He's not just painting what he sees, but how he feels about it. Check out the surface—it’s all chunky and built up. The paint isn't shy, it’s there in thick impasto, layer upon layer. You can almost feel the cold in those blues and whites, and the stillness in the muted greens of the water. Look closely at the way the snow sits on the rooftops and clings to the bare branches. It's like Lawson is sculpting with paint. The brushwork is so physical, like he's attacking the canvas, but with love. Lawson reminds me of Courbet, the way he revels in the materiality of paint. Both unafraid to let the medium speak. This piece isn’t just a picture, it’s an experience, an ongoing conversation between the artist and the world.