Winter at the Dubovac Castle 2018

Alfred Freddy Krupa made this ink painting, Winter at the Dubovac Castle, in the spirit of pure process, I think. There is something so satisfying about the way the stark black ink meets the warm, raw paper, it feels immediate, like a thought caught in mid-air. Up close, you can see how the ink bleeds and pools, creating these gorgeous, unpredictable textures, the brush dances across the surface, leaving a trail of delicate lines and bold strokes. Look at how the stark branches reach out like fingers. It's not just a landscape, it's a performance. For me, it's like looking at a Cy Twombly painting, but with the precision of Japanese calligraphy. It's a reminder that art is not just about the finished product, but the journey of getting there, and I think that is the gift.