Thinking 1917

Ipolit Strambu made this painting, Thinking, with oil paints, and I just love the way it captures a quiet moment. I can almost feel the artist's presence, hovering behind the canvas. The paint feels thin, fluid. Look at the warm, soft light on her face and hands. Imagine the subtle shifts Strambu made, building up the form, adjusting the tones to create a sense of depth and volume. What was he thinking? Maybe he was trying to capture a certain mood, a feeling of introspection or contemplation. There's something timeless about this image, like a scene from another era. And that dusky palette kind of puts me in mind of other figurative painters, like Vuillard, Bonnard, or maybe even a touch of Corot. I like to think of artists engaging in this endless conversation across time, inspiring each other's vision. And painting—it's just such an immediate, physical thing—a way of expressing what can't be put into words, where meaning emerges slowly, intuitively, without ever landing in one fixed place.