bridge 1915

David Kakabadzé captured this bridge on canvas with oil paint. I can see how this painting came together, gesture by gesture, shift by shift. The paint is luscious, thick. I love the ochre and yellows. It feels like a memory of a sunny day. But there’s also something cool and gray about the sky and mountains. I’m imagining Kakabadzé standing there, brush in hand, maybe squinting at the light, thinking about how to capture the solidity of the bridge against the fluidity of the water. That brushstroke of dark green, suggesting a tree, so confident and bold! It reminds me a little of Cézanne, the way he builds up form with color. This bridge isn't just a structure, it's a passage, a connection. Maybe Kakabadzé was thinking about that too, about how painting itself is a kind of bridge, connecting us to a place, a feeling, a moment in time. Artists like Kakabadzé remind me that painting is an ongoing conversation and a way of seeing.