Winde in een kan van aardewerk 1896 - 1931

Frans Everbag made this color etching of flowers in a vase, sometime in the early 20th century. The way the colors sit on the paper, it’s almost as if they are floating, like a memory. The palette is muted – greens, blues, and reds, but all with a kind of faded quality, giving the image an ethereal feel. I’m drawn to the crack running down the side of the vase. It's so honestly rendered, and it makes me think about the beauty in imperfection, the acceptance of flaws. I find myself wondering, did Everbag break the vase himself? Was it deliberate? The mark-making is so delicate, yet confident. Look at the way the tendrils of the morning glory wind around each other; each one is distinct, but they also form a unified whole. This piece reminds me of the still life works by Giorgio Morandi, who also had a fondness for humble objects and a restrained palette. But in Everbag’s work, there’s a vulnerability, a sense of fragility that feels very human.