Flood 1985

Ivan Marchuk painted this strange landscape with his signature style of weaving together thousands of tiny lines. It’s like he’s trying to capture every single twig, every branch. Imagine Marchuk, brush in hand, patiently building this world. A world where the trees are bare, and the water reflects the sky like a mirror. It feels somber, almost apocalyptic, yet there's a strange beauty in the detail. I'm reminded of artists like Yves Tanguy, who created surreal landscapes with a similar sense of unease. The texture alone is incredible—the way the paint creates this dense, almost sculptural surface. Each stroke is a decision, a tiny act of creation. It's not just about what you see, but how you see it. How artists, like Marchuk, teach us to look closer, to find the extraordinary in the everyday.