The Flying Horses 1901

Maurice Prendergast made this watercolor painting, "The Flying Horses," without a specific date, and the process feels like a fleeting moment captured. There's such a feeling of immediacy in the way he lays down these washes of color, right? The pigment bleeds and pools on the paper, creating these soft, hazy forms. Look closely at the lower right corner, where those blotches of green and brown suggest figures and shadows, but never quite resolve into a clear image. It's like a memory, or a dream, where details blur and shift. This is all about surface, about the pure physicality of watercolor paint. I think of someone like Bonnard, who was also obsessed with capturing the ephemeral qualities of light and color. Both artists remind us that art is not about perfect representation. It's about creating a space for feeling and imagination.