Below the bridge 1995

Alfred Freddy Krupa made this lovely ink drawing, around 30 x 42 cm. It's all about gesture, isn’t it? I love the way Krupa fearlessly lets the ink drip and pool, embracing chance as part of the process. The lines are confident, almost like a seismograph recording the tremors of the landscape. The texture is all in the surface tension of the ink on paper, some areas darker and more concentrated, others diluted to a ghostly whisper. Look at the way the bridge is suggested with just a few swift strokes, mirroring in the water below, connected by vertical drips. It feels like a fleeting moment captured with incredible immediacy. This reminds me a little of some of the quick, calligraphic drawings of Cy Twombly, where the act of mark-making becomes a dance. It shows how art isn't about perfect representation but about the messy, beautiful act of seeing and feeling.