Old Church, St. Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada 1951

John Marin dashed off "Old Church, St. Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada" with ink on paper, and what strikes me is how he's not precious about it. The blue lines wiggle and skate, suggesting more than defining. Look at how the steeple soars, a stack of shapes that could almost topple, yet somehow holds. The trees are scribbles, like afterthoughts, and the whole scene feels caught in a breezy moment. I love that Marin isn't trying to capture every brick and stone; instead, he’s giving us the essence, the feeling of the place. It’s like a quick note to himself, a reminder of a fleeting impression. You know, this reminds me a bit of some drawings by Cy Twombly, that same energy and freedom. It's a reminder that art doesn't always have to be about perfection; sometimes, it’s about capturing the spark of an idea.