Landscape 1908

Kazimir Malevich made this small landscape painting with oils on cardboard, and just look at those pointillist marks! I imagine him dabbing away, making these vibrant dots. I'm struck by how all these little individual actions create a field of color and light. You know, there's something so touching about the way artists just keep going, trying to translate what they see and feel, putting it all down with these tiny gestures. I really get a sense of that here. The texture is so active, those colors buzzing against each other, like a garden full of life. The way the blue and white kind of drip down over the warm yellow is kind of cool. I think about Seurat and the Neo-Impressionists. All those painters are in dialogue with each other, you know? What does a painting do, and how do you make it? I bet Malevich was thinking about that a lot here. The whole thing is an experiment, a question mark!