Silver Pitcher c. 1936

This silvery sketch of a pitcher emerged from the hand of Frank Fumagalli, and who knows when? I feel like he was sitting in his kitchen looking at the object on the table in front of him. It’s so nicely rendered, I can sense him thinking about capturing the gleam and glint of light on the metal. I'm wondering, did he do it in one go, or over several sessions? Was it a study for something else, or an end in itself? The pitcher feels very solid, with its rounded forms and simple handle. There's something comforting and domestic about it. I like the hatching of the pencil marks, and I can almost feel the texture of the paper. It reminds me of Morandi’s still life paintings, capturing the quiet beauty of everyday objects. Each artist looks at each other's work, sees something they respond to, and then makes their own thing. That's how art evolves, by looking, responding, and making.