The view from my window 2021

Alfred Freddy Krupa made this oil painting, "The view from my window," and you can see how it is covered in watery blues, lilacs, and whites. I can imagine him, brush in hand, staring out the window, trying to capture the scene before him. What does he see? The paint is applied in these gorgeous, loose strokes that give the impression of a landscape caught in a fleeting moment. The blues are deep and varied, some almost like ink, others a soft, hazy sky blue. The texture is so palpable, you can almost feel the dampness in the air. The mountain range is simplified down into a hazy band. It’s a world filtered through feeling, through the act of painting itself. What was Krupa thinking as he painted? Maybe he was inspired by the abstract landscapes of Turner? Or maybe it was just a quiet, personal moment, trying to record the beauty of his everyday surroundings. Painting is a way to process our experiences, to make sense of the world in a very physical, emotional way. And maybe it’s this quality, this conversation between artists, that keeps painting so alive and relevant.