Ecuyère rouge dans le ciel bleu-rosé entre Vitebsk et Paris c. 1982

Here, we have Marc Chagall's painting, Ecuyère rouge dans le ciel bleu-rosé entre Vitebsk et Paris, a title so long, it's practically a poem in itself. The way Chagall lays down the paint, it’s like he’s not trying to nail anything down, but let things float, like memories. And what’s fascinating is the surface: it’s got this kinda washy, watercolor feel, but then bam! There’s these juicy bits of pure color, like the red of the horse beneath the circus performer, or the dress, pulling your eye in. These aren't just colors; they're emotional jolts. Look at the painting of the flowers on the easel, for example, it almost mirrors her dress. Chagall isn't about one meaning; it’s a feeling, a vibe, a question, which he had in common with Kandinsky, who was playing with similar ideas about art and the spiritual at the time. It’s all about embracing the glorious mess of it all, and not being afraid to let things be open ended.