Landscape with Rain 1913

Wassily Kandinsky's "Landscape with Rain" at the Guggenheim is a festival of bright, clashing hues laid down with gestural verve. I can imagine him stepping back, squinting, adding strokes of pure color, letting the painting breathe and shift. I love how Kandinsky wasn’t afraid to let the paint be itself, fluid and free. Look at the drips of paint, like tears streaking down the surface, so evocative. The dark vertical lines, like falling rain, pierce the ochre sky. They slice through the landscape, disrupting the scene. The painting feels like a dialogue between representation and abstraction, which is a conversation other artists have taken up since, myself included. It reminds me that painting is an embodied expression, a dance between control and chance.