Mattis Teutsch's Birthplace 1910

Janos Mattis-Teutsch’s birthplace rendered in oil paint; what a beautiful, generous act! Look at the strokes of lilac and green across the ground and the blue picket fence, laid down with such confidence, a pure celebration of place. I can imagine Mattis-Teutsch standing here, palette in hand, breathing it all in and then out again, in the form of this painting. I feel like I’m standing right there with him, feeling that breeze, smelling the freshly cut grass, looking at those yellow trees. The paint is applied so directly, each mark feels like a decision, a feeling, a thought. The pink trees, they feel like a kind of dream, and I can imagine a dream, or a hope, for something beautiful. Painters are always talking to other painters. I wonder if Mattis-Teutsch ever looked at Bonnard? They both had that same feeling for home, for that domestic space that makes our hearts sing! And, like Bonnard, Mattis-Teutsch teaches us how painting can be a way of seeing, a way of feeling, and a way of remembering.