Composition in red, blue, green and yellow 1913

I'm thinking about the feeling in this untitled watercolor by Kandinsky, with its loosey-goosey washes of red, blue, green, and yellow. You know, the kind of colors that just make you wanna sing. It feels as though it came into being through a dance of trial, error, and intuition. I can imagine him, brush in hand, almost possessed, letting the colors bleed and blend, trying to find some kind of… what? Harmony? Chaos? A little of both, maybe? The paint is thin, transparent, almost like he's trying to capture a feeling more than a form. Look at that sweeping blue line—it’s so bold and confident, but then it just fades away into nothing. That, to me, is what painting is all about. It reminds me of other painters, like Joan Mitchell, who were also trying to find some kind of emotional truth through abstraction. And it makes me think about how we’re all just talking to each other across time, you know? Each artist responding to the ones who came before, trying to add their own little piece to the conversation.