Efterårslandskab 1901

Fritz Syberg created this watercolor landscape on paper, and it feels like a memory, don’t you think? I imagine Syberg out there, maybe in the late afternoon, trying to catch that light as it fades. Look how he's layered the washes, soft browns and greens, and it gives the impression of damp earth and quiet fields. You can almost smell the decay of autumn. The way he defines the stone wall with delicate lines and then softens everything else, that feels like a choice, doesn't it? It’s not about perfect realism but about capturing a feeling. The influence of other painters feels faint and far away, but maybe something of Hammershøi is there in the soft rendering of the muted tones. It’s like they’re all having a conversation about light and mood. I always feel that painting is not really about capturing a likeness, but about creating a space where you can get lost.