Ingelijst gezicht op een landschap met bomen before 1902

This small framed landscape with trees by F. Müller is like a captured moment, a breath held still. I wonder about the process, the artist squinting, composing, maybe frustrated by the limitations, then surprised by the unexpected gift of light and shadow. The monochromatic palette, so somber and serious, reminds me of early photography when every tone had to count. I can almost feel the artist's hand, guiding the lens. Looking at the framed trees, I think about Constable's landscapes and the way he found drama in the ordinary English countryside, or maybe even the quiet melancholy of Corot's landscapes. We artists, we're always in conversation, riffing on each other's ideas across time. This piece, with its mix of precision and fleeting beauty, is a reminder that even in the most controlled art forms, there's always room for a little uncertainty and a whole lot of feeling.