Landweg langs een weiland 1890 - 1946

Cornelis Vreedenburgh sketched this landscape, Landweg langs een weiland, probably en plein air, with a graphite pencil on paper. I like to imagine Vreedenburgh outside with his sketchbook; the pencil in his hand lightly moving to capture the essence of the meadow. The lines feel tentative, like he's feeling his way through the scene. The way he captures the foliage with these little scribbles, it’s like he’s not just drawing trees but also the wind rustling through the leaves. There’s a real sense of immediacy here, like he’s trying to bottle the fleeting moment, before the light changes or the clouds shift. It reminds me of some of Constable’s cloud studies, trying to pin down something ephemeral. It's not so much about precision, but more about a personal, sensory response to the landscape.