At the End of the Way 1995

Ilse D'Hollander's "At the End of the Way" is all soft, muted tones and brushstrokes that feel both deliberate and tentative. You can almost see her, can't you? Pushing paint around, wiping it away, trying to find the sweet spot. I wonder what she was thinking, layering those pale pinks and seafoam greens. Were they memories of a place? A feeling? Or just a conversation between colors, like, what happens if I put *this* next to *that*? Those dark brown lines slash across the surface, disrupting the calm, adding a little tension. They remind me of Franz Kline, but softer, somehow more vulnerable. The whole thing feels like a question, not an answer. And that's what I love about painting, it's not about knowing, it's about figuring things out as you go, and letting the viewer in on the process. It's like, hey, I'm trying to make sense of the world, too.