Village natal 1954

Marc Chagall painted this image, Village natal, with oil on canvas, and straight away, what grabs me is the way he uses colour to create a dreamlike, memory-filled scene. It’s all about the process of feeling, of letting the paint guide the way. The texture is alive, not trying to hide the hand that made it. Look at that green bull—it’s not just green; it's a swirl of greens, a vibrant, almost electric, presence. The paint isn't trying to be smooth or perfect; it's raw, immediate, each brushstroke a decision, a feeling made visible. And notice the way the red circle sits there, anchoring the composition, not quite a sun, not quite a spot, but something in-between, alive. It reminds me a little of Kandinsky, but where he's all about the cosmic, Chagall's rooted in the personal, the village, the love, and memory. It’s a reminder that art doesn’t need to be pinned down; it can float, dream, and carry us along with it.