Март. 1913

Vitold Byalynitsky-Birulya made this landscape, called March, with oil on canvas, and it feels like a love song to the quiet shift from winter to spring. The whole thing is built from these short, choppy strokes, like little whispers of color. Mostly greys and blues, but with surprising warm greens peeking through in the road. It's like he's showing us how the world is never just one thing. I love the way the paint is laid on, not trying to hide the process but celebrating it. You can almost feel the chill in the air and the dampness of the melting snow, thanks to the way he handles the medium. There's this spot in the foreground where the snow meets the road, and you can see how he's layered the paint to create this sense of depth and texture. It's not just a flat surface, it's a whole world. He's got that painterly touch, like Corot, but with his own Northern melancholy. It’s all about seeing, feeling, and making.