Landschap met water 1890 - 1946

Cornelis Vreedenburgh made this intriguing landscape with water sometime in his career. I'm so drawn to the scribbled, almost frantic, energy of the marks. You can imagine him, out there, notebook in hand, trying to capture a fleeting moment. See how the graphite lines dance across the page, building up layers of tone and texture. There's a real sense of immediacy, like he’s wrestling with the image, trying to pin down the essence of the scene. The texture is amazing—rough, aged, patched. I wonder what he was thinking as he made those marks? Was he trying to convey the stillness of the water, or the rustling of leaves? Maybe he was just letting his hand do the work, following the contours of the land with a kind of intuitive grace. It reminds me a little of Twombly, but with a Dutch sensibility. It is a conversation, isn't it? These artists talking to one another across time.