Forest 1907

Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis conjured this forest out of a midnight dream. The surface is soft, velvety almost, with dark brooding blues and browns blending and blurring into a single, unified field. I wonder what it was like for him, standing there, brush in hand, trying to capture the essence of the forest—not just how it looks, but how it *feels*. Notice how the trees aren't just trees, but figures, like dark specters rising up against the night sky. And the sky itself, a swirl of blues and purples, punctuated by tiny stars that feel almost like tears. Look at those marks. The paint is thin, translucent, and the application is so delicate, so intentional. It reminds me that as painters, we're all in conversation with each other, across time and space. Ciurlionis's "Forest" speaks to the power of painting to evoke emotion, to transport us to another realm. It's a reminder that art isn't just about what we see, but how we feel, and how those feelings connect us to something larger than ourselves.