Perna village 1943

Alfred Krupa sketched “Perna Village” in 1943, most likely with a sanguine pencil, and there’s an incredible sense of place. I imagine Krupa finding a spot, maybe under that very tree he’s drawn, and starting to mark the paper, trying to capture the light filtering through the leaves, and the way the buildings huddle together. You know, it's like he's trying to hold onto something fleeting. There’s this real tenderness in the way he renders the rooftops, the rough textures of the walls, the overgrowth of the trees. It's not about perfection; it's about feeling. This reminds me of other artists I've looked at who are interested in capturing the ephemeral, the everyday. There’s an ongoing conversation, and Krupa’s contribution is this very intimate, almost whispered depiction of a place that clearly meant something to him. It makes you wonder about all the other untold stories hidden in plain sight.