Boats in a harbour 1928

Konstantin Gorbatov must have painted 'Boats in a harbour' in oil on canvas with a brush loaded with paint – I can almost feel it in my own hand. It's like a dance of color and light, right? I wonder if he was trying to capture a fleeting moment, you know, the way the sun hits the sails just so, turning them into these luminous shapes. Look at the blues and whites, they're almost impressionistic, reminiscent of Monet. But there's something else, a certain solidity in the way the boats are rendered, as if to say: these boats have weight and mass. I'm intrigued by how Gorbatov allows the reflections on the water to soften these hard edges. It’s like a conversation between the concrete and the ephemeral. He's making me think about how painters always borrow from each other, and what that means. And isn't that what art is all about, this endless back-and-forth, this exchange of ideas and visions across time?