In the park of St. Cloud – Fall II 1906

Wassily Kandinsky made this landscape, probably on location, using thick daubs of paint. I can imagine the autumn air, the smell of damp earth and fallen leaves, and Kandinsky, maybe bundled up, trying to capture the feeling of the place. Look how he uses these intense blues and oranges to create a kind of vibrating energy. It’s like he’s not just painting what he sees, but how the scene makes him *feel*. There’s something really special in the way he’s applied the paint. It’s almost sculptural in places, like he’s building the forest out of pure color. The marks are so gestural, so immediate. That one right there, that long stroke of dark blue—it's a tree trunk but it's also a record of his hand moving through space. You know, that’s what painting is, right? A physical, embodied expression.