The tree, the road, the house 2013

Alfred Freddy Krupa made this work on paper, The tree, the road, the house, with ink. The way Krupa's put down the ink is so immediate, so direct. It’s like he’s not just painting what he sees but how he feels it, the essence of the scene distilled into these black marks. It’s all about the gesture, that flick of the wrist, the controlled release of ink onto the page. Look at the way the ink pools and bleeds into the paper, creating these soft edges and subtle gradations of tone. And then you've got these sharp, staccato lines that cut through the composition like lightning. The house, the tree, the road, they're all there, but they’re more like afterimages, ghosts of forms conjured from memory. It reminds me a little of Julie Mehretu's work, with the way she builds up layers of marks to create these complex, almost architectural spaces. Art’s not about answers, it’s about questions, about opening up possibilities and embracing ambiguity.