Stormy day on the Kama 1918

Arkady Rylov painted this stormy day on the Kama river with oils. Look at the dark boats sitting on the shore, waiting, while just beyond them, the waves are crashing, and a few brave gulls are hanging in the air. I think I know this painter. I know the feeling of trying to capture a moment, the specific light on the waves. He’s using short, choppy brushstrokes to build up the texture of the water, the dark color giving way to strokes of yellow. Maybe he mixed the shades right there on the canvas, trying to match the tone. I wonder if he was seasick, or if that's just me projecting? I appreciate that Rylov didn’t smooth everything out. Instead, he let the paint do its thing, keeping it real, and reminding us that painting is an ongoing experiment, an embodied conversation, a way of always seeing things anew.