The old bridge at Novigrad at Dobra 2000

Alfred Freddy Krupa made this painting of The old bridge at Novigrad at Dobra with brushstrokes in black. I'm imagining Krupa wielding that brush, loaded with ink, pushing and pulling it across the paper. The ink is thick in places, almost sculptural, and in others it’s thin, like a whisper. I feel a sense of urgency in the marks, like he's trying to capture a fleeting moment. What was he thinking as he laid down those strokes? Maybe he was contemplating the weight of history, the bridge as a silent witness to countless crossings. Those dark, bold strokes almost feel like they're channeling something deep and ancient. The way the image is built with just a few gestures makes me think of Chinese brush painting. There's a connection there, a conversation across cultures and time. Painters are always talking to each other like that. Each stroke feels intentional, a little bit raw. And that, my friend, is where the magic lives.