Ohne Titel 1915

Here we have Wassily Kandinsky’s watercolour, a dance of yellow, blue, and red marks, all floating on the page. Imagine him leaning over the paper, brush in hand, coaxing these colours into existence, one after the other. You know, making a painting is like having a conversation. You say something, the painting responds, and you keep going back and forth like that. Here, Kandinsky seems to be chasing after something just out of reach, a feeling, a memory, or maybe just the pure joy of colour mixing. That long red stroke slicing across the middle - what’s that about? Is it a road, a barrier, or maybe just a burst of energy? It reminds me of Cy Twombly’s scribbles, but with a Russian twist. Ultimately, paintings like these are about possibilities, the endless back and forth between feeling and form, which remains an inspiration for artists today.