Fleurs ou Le bouquet champêtre 1965

Marc Chagall made this painting, Fleurs ou Le bouquet champêtre, with oil paint and a wild imagination, and the result feels like a dream you might have after a picnic in a field. Look closely, and you can see how Chagall layers the paint, building up a surface that’s almost sculptural. The colors are intense, but they blend and bleed into each other, creating a sense of movement and fluidity, like the boundaries are dissolving between the clown, the donkey, and the flowers. I love how he uses blues, greens, and yellows to make everything vibrate. And then there’s that white donkey, floating amidst the blooms. It’s not quite real, but it’s also not entirely a figment of the imagination. It feels like a symbol, but of what? Maybe it’s about the way art can transform the everyday into something magical, and how process can make something real, even when it's not. Like when I paint, and I let the painting show me what it wants to be. It’s like Chagall and Joan Miró are in conversation, using color and form to unlock something deeply personal.