Zijaanzicht van terpen bij Tószeg 1928

Jan Lanting took this photograph of the Tószeg mounds with, presumably, a camera, at a place I can only imagine. It's funny how a photograph can feel so painterly. Look at the way the light falls on that cliff face – the way the textures seem to crumble and shift. I bet Lanting spent ages trying to find the right spot, the perfect angle to capture that moment of light. I wonder if he felt the same pressure we painters do, that constant push and pull between intention and accident. I mean, photography is about capturing something that’s already *there*, right? But it's also about framing and choosing. The artist's eye still decides what we see and how we see it. It's like a conversation across time, from one artist to another, each trying to make sense of the world through our own tools. A beautiful, eternal kind of exchange.