Pitcher c. 1937 - 1938

Frank Fumagalli made this drawing of a pitcher, and it’s the kind of thing that makes you think about how objects carry stories. The muted palette feels so honest, all greys and blues, like something remembered rather than directly seen. Look at the way the blue floral design wraps around the pitcher's body. It's not just decoration; it's almost like the pitcher is breathing, or like it’s been tattooed. There's something deeply satisfying about the imperfections here. See how the lines wobble and the colors bleed ever so slightly? It reminds you that art is a human thing, full of character and vulnerability. I'm reminded of Giorgio Morandi, and the way he spent a lifetime painting the same bottles, and how in that repetition he was really painting time. This pitcher isn’t just an object; it’s a meditation.