Roses in a Jug 1936

Pyotr Konchalovsky made this painting, Roses in a Jug, with oil on canvas. You know, sometimes it's just about capturing a moment, right? The way the light hits, the colors sing, the process of doing. Look at how Konchalovsky builds up this bouquet of roses in a glass jug with these chunky strokes, like he's wrestling with the paint, trying to pin down the fleeting beauty of these flowers. The greens are deep and juicy, the reds are smoldering, the whites are luminous. It's all so tactile, so alive. And that jug! It's like a dark, shimmering pool reflecting the light, holding the whole composition together. I am also reminded of Cezanne and his still lives, that searching for form and structure while letting the colors vibrate and sing. Art is never made in a bubble, it’s always in conversation. What do you think these flowers are saying to each other?