Partisan 1945

Jakob Weidemann made this painting called, Partisan, and looking at it is like diving headfirst into a city made of pure feeling. The colors are like memories, layered and overlapping, a mix of blues, browns, and flashes of brighter hues that give the whole thing a kind of electric buzz. You can almost feel the way the paint was applied, thick in some spots, thin and washy in others. It's a real push-and-pull of textures, like the painting itself is breathing. See that scribble of blue in the lower part of the painting? It doesn't quite resolve into a clear form, but that’s ok; it’s more like a fleeting impression, a ghost of a shape that hangs in the air. For me, it creates an energy here, as if the painting is always in process, always becoming. It reminds me a little of some Joan Mitchell paintings, that same kind of all-over energy and willingness to let the paint do its thing, and like Mitchell, it's not about answers but about keeping the conversation going.