Springtime 1919

Max Pechstein made this springtime scene with confident brushstrokes and a vivid colour palette, capturing a fleeting moment in time. You can almost see him, can’t you, standing there, squinting at the light, mixing those bright blues and pinks, maybe even singing to himself. There’s something joyous in the way he's daubed the clouds with thick paint, creating a sense of volume and movement. I imagine him stepping back, head tilted, considering the balance of the composition, adding a touch of green here, a dab of purple there, as the painting shifts and emerges through intuition. I love the rawness of the brushwork, how each stroke feels deliberate yet spontaneous, like a dance between control and chance. It reminds me that painting is an ongoing conversation, and each artist adds their voice to the chorus, expressing their unique way of seeing and experiencing the world. Like the Fauves, Pechstein uses the immediacy of paint to create space for interpretation and meaning.