Washstand c. 1937

Ulrich Fischer made this washstand, and looking at it, I'm thinking about the quiet intensity of observation. The brown swirls of the wood feel almost alive, like a landscape captured in miniature. Imagine Fischer, his eye trained on the grain, patiently rendering each curve and shadow. The paint is applied so thinly, so carefully, it’s almost as if he's breathing life into the object. It's not just about depicting a washstand; it's about understanding its very essence. There's a real tenderness in the way he handles the details, the subtle variations in tone and texture. It makes you wonder, what did this washstand mean to him? Was it a symbol of domesticity, a connection to the past? Whatever it was, Fischer has transformed it into something deeply personal, inviting us to share in his contemplation.