The fall in Silvaplana 1907

Ferdinand Hodler made this painting of Silvaplana, probably in the autumn, using oil on canvas. Look at that water, how it mirrors the mountains in these broad strokes of blue and rust. I imagine Hodler, standing there, trying to pin down the light, the stillness of the air. The paint is thin, almost watery itself, like he's trying to capture not just the scene, but the very feeling of being there. Those mountain peaks, like teeth against the sky, repeated in the water—it's a dance of symmetry, right? But also, a little off, a little wobbly. It reminds me of other painters who were wrestling with similar questions—like, how do you make a painting feel real, alive, without just copying what you see? How do you capture a mood, a moment? We're all just splashing around in the same pool, trying to make sense of the world, one brushstroke at a time.