The bridge 2018

Alfred Freddy Krupa made 'The Bridge' with ink, conjuring a world of hazy quietude. Imagine the brush dancing across the paper, pulled by the artist’s breath, the ink bleeding softly into the fibers, creating these moody washes. I wonder if Krupa felt the cold air, the dampness seeping into his bones as he made this work. It's not about details, it's about feeling. It makes me think of Turner and his atmospheric landscapes. There’s a subtle energy here, a stillness that invites contemplation, not necessarily of the bridge itself but of the unseen, the almost-there. This piece reminds me that painting, like any act of creation, is about making space for the unknown, embracing the beauty of ambiguity. Artists are constantly responding to each other across time. The exchange of ideas keeps the conversation flowing.