Afternoon – Yellow Room 1910

Frederick Carl Frieseke conjured ‘Afternoon – Yellow Room’ with oil paint, and I can almost hear the birdsong. The light and atmosphere, that’s the real subject here. Imagine Frieseke, squinting, trying to capture the way light refracts through the leaves outside, bouncing off the walls and that incredible floral dress. He probably mixed a million shades of white to get that shimmering effect, right? See how the brushstrokes are broken, dabbed, almost vibrating? It's like he’s not just painting what he sees, but how it feels to be there, drowsy in the heat. I'm thinking of other painters grappling with similar stuff, Bonnard, Vuillard, all those guys obsessed with capturing fleeting moments. It's like they're saying, “Hey, life is messy and chaotic, but there's beauty in the everyday, in the way light transforms a simple room.” And that's a conversation I'm always happy to be a part of.