From Amalfi 1907

Edvard Weie made this oil on canvas, From Amalfi, and it’s now here at the SMK. I can almost feel the brushstrokes Weie used to build this world, those chunky strokes of pink and yellow, like he’s sculpting each little house into place, one by one. I wonder, did he stand right there, feeling the sun on his face? I imagine him squinting to capture the ochre haze of the buildings, those greens and grays of the mountain. It's all about the light, right? The way those planes of color meet and suggest form, like a Cézanne postcard. Weie knew his stuff; he’s soaking up the light, like other painters were doing at the time – he’s in dialogue with them. Artists, we're all magpies, stealing shiny bits from each other, aren't we? I feel a connection to this guy. Painting is like thinking out loud, it is an ongoing conversation that never really ends.