Sonnenaufgang Über Den Dächern 1903

Eugène Jansson made this painting of a sunrise over rooftops with paint, probably oils. Can you feel those small, impressionistic brushstrokes? I can almost imagine him dabbing and swirling the blues and yellows, trying to capture that fleeting moment when night turns into day. I feel for Jansson, you know? He’s up there on some rooftop, freezing his butt off, just to catch this sliver of light. But that’s what painters do, right? We chase after something, some feeling or vision. This painting feels quiet, like he's whispering secrets of light and shadow. The color palette, mostly blues and whites, creates this soft and cold atmosphere. Then, BAM, that sun pops, it's like a little burst of hope. Painters are always talking to each other, even across time. Jansson might've been chatting with Whistler or even Van Gogh in his head, figuring out how to make light sing on a canvas. And now, he's talking to us. The conversation keeps going, you know? Painting: it's not just about what you see, but what you feel.