Hornsgatan 1902

Eugène Jansson painted "Hornsgatan" with oil on canvas, and it’s like stepping into a dream of a city. The sky melts from a deep blue into streaks of orange, a moody, almost melancholic palette. Look at how Jansson handles the paint; it's scumbled, dragged across the surface, creating texture that feels like the grit of city streets. You can almost feel the cool air and the dampness rising from the ground. Then there's the light—soft glows emanating from the street lamps, each one a tiny beacon. It is these soft glows that cut through the heavy darks of the buildings and the ground. Jansson reminds me a bit of Whistler, another artist who found beauty in the urban nocturne. But Jansson brings something else, a kind of quiet intensity. Art isn’t about answers; it’s about the questions we keep asking.