Crescent moon at sunset 1908

Arkhyp Kuindzhi painted this dreamy landscape with oils, maybe sometime around the turn of the century. I'm so drawn to the way the crescent moon just hovers there, this tiny sliver of bright yellow amidst all these muted blues and pinks. You can almost feel him mixing those colors, right? Layering them, coaxing them, until the sky takes on that perfect, ethereal glow. Look how the paint is applied so thinly, softly, like a whisper. It's like he's trying to capture a fleeting moment, the kind that slips away if you blink. I wonder what he was thinking when he painted it. Maybe about time, about how everything changes, about how even the most radiant things eventually fade. It makes me think of other painters, like Whistler, chasing after atmosphere and mood. We are all just trying to make something that wasn't there before. Something beautiful and true.