Creation of the World VII 1906

Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis, bless his heart, made this dreamy landscape with oil on canvas, and I’m immediately drawn into its creation. It’s like watching a world emerge— those vertical strokes of brown and orange, the way they flicker and fade, so that it appears that the land itself is breathing. The textures seem to be alive, you know? It feels like Ciurlionis was mixing the primal soup, letting forms arise as he layered and glazed. I can almost feel him nudging shapes into being. And the colors! That muted palette gives off a feeling of something ancient, unearthed, with a delicate touch that resonates with other visionary painters. I guess what I see is how artists are constantly building on each other’s dreams, each of them in conversation across time. That's the joy of painting, the endless interpretations, the magic of seeing something new in something old.