Alpenlandschaft 1964

Konrad Lueg imagined this Alpenlandschaft with bright color and heavy impasto. I see a landscape distilled to its most simple form. It's almost childlike in its execution, but there's a sophistication there too, a knowing naiveté. Imagine Lueg standing before the canvas, layering those strokes, the pink bleeding into the blue, the green clashing with the red. Is it the view from a childhood window, or is it something entirely imagined? I wonder if Lueg was thinking of other landscape painters, maybe Kirchner or Heckel from the German Expressionists. There’s that same tension, that push and pull between beauty and something unsettling. Painting is this ongoing conversation, you know? Artists looking at each other, answering each other across time. It’s an invitation to engage, to feel, to question. There's a lot of room in painting for ambiguity, for uncertainty, and that’s what makes it so exciting.