The Morning 1909

Umberto Boccioni, captured a morning scene with little dabs of paint – like confetti thrown at dawn. It’s got that industrial glow, the kind that makes you wonder what the artist was thinking. Was he digging the grit, the march of progress? Or was he feeling a bit choked by it all? The surface is alive with tiny marks, a real mosaic of color. That deep red in the foreground—almost vibrates. And those figures, stick-like but full of purpose, are they hurrying to work, or from it? Boccioni was part of the Futurist gang, obsessed with speed and change. This piece, it’s like he’s trying to trap a moment of transformation, when the world wakes up and gets moving. It makes me think about other painters, like Turner, who chased light and atmosphere. Artists, we’re all just chasing after each other, trying to catch something that keeps slipping away. Painting is never really finished.