At the Heuriger 1911

Moriz Jung made this print, "At the Heuriger," and right away, I want to imagine the scene he's depicted. The flat application of color has an inviting warmth, while the artist’s hand is visible in the slight misalignments between the blocks. Look at the musicians with their instruments; can you hear the scraping and lilting as their bows glide across the strings? What kind of atmosphere are they creating? I wonder if Moriz Jung, while carving the wood, paused and imagined how the ink would seep into the paper. Perhaps it was like imagining the wine flowing into the glasses on the table. I can almost feel the man's tweed jacket, and see the way the revelers are all crammed into the frame like they're sharing a joke, or maybe a secret. You can feel the conviviality of a night out. It makes me want to raise a glass myself! We're all in this together, artists and viewers, across time, sharing in the human experience.