M. or how I died during my lifetime... 2007

Alfred Freddy Krupa made this striking black ink drawing, titled "M. or how I died during my lifetime...", using gestural strokes on paper. I can almost see Krupa moving swiftly, the brush dancing across the page, pushing and pulling the ink. It feels like he's not just depicting death but maybe even wrestling with it. Look at how the skull's halo kind of dissolves into frantic lines, almost like the energy of life and death swirling together. The brushstrokes are so immediate, so raw, it's like catching a fleeting thought or a nightmare in ink. It’s interesting how artists grapple with these big themes – life, death, what it all means – and how painting becomes this kind of arena for exploring those ideas. I can see the lineage, the echoes of other painters who’ve stared into the void and tried to capture it on canvas. It's all part of this amazing, ongoing conversation between artists, across time and space, inspiring each other to keep digging, keep questioning.