Landscape at Dusk 1931

Istvan Farkas conjures a landscape at dusk, probably in oil, with a limited palette and deceptively simple marks. This feels like a world made through the act of painting, a process of feeling as much as seeing. The ochre ground hums with muted energy. Look closely, and you’ll see how Farkas scumbled the paint, dragging it across the surface to create a rough, almost tactile texture. This grounded feeling contrasts with the cool blue horizon line, a band of color that separates earth from sky. Up top, there's a thin layer of orange, like a memory of warmth lingering as the day fades. There is an awkwardness that's both vulnerable and strong, I am reminded of Munch, whose emotionally charged landscapes convey a similar sense of unease and mystery, proving that in art, questions are often more interesting than answers.