Roadside house 1931

Tadeusz Makowski made this sweet little painting, Roadside House, with oil on canvas. The palette is muted, soft greens and pinks, sandy yellows and blues, all blended together into a cohesive field. I imagine Makowski standing there, brush in hand, really *looking* at the scene before him. Maybe he mixed his colours right there on the canvas, wet into wet, letting the image emerge slowly, intuitively. I wonder what it was like for him to stand there, trying to capture the light as it flickered through the trees? Did he squint to see better? The painting has a kind of dreamy, hazy quality, like a memory. The trees are more felt than described. This reminds me of other painters like Bonnard who were so good at depicting these intimate, domestic scenes. It’s like Makowski is saying, “Hey, look at this ordinary moment. Isn’t it beautiful?” And yeah, it is. The light is really beautiful.