Truth 1905

Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis made this painting, *Truth*, with dreamy strokes and hazy, half-there figures. Look at those colors! Blues melting into pinks, a sort of twilight palette that sets a contemplative mood. Up close, you can see the layers, the way the paint almost dissolves into the canvas. It’s not about sharp lines here; it’s more like feeling your way through a fog. Those winged forms could be anything – angels, birds, prayers – it’s all up for grabs. And that central pillar of light, it's like a question mark turned vertical. The texture is soft, almost velvety, inviting you into this ambiguous space. Ciurlionis reminds me a bit of Odilon Redon, both playing with symbolism and letting the paint breathe. It is a reminder that art isn’t about answers, but about the endless possibilities of seeing.