Untitled 1950

Ernst Fuchs made this untitled drawing using ink. It's packed with detail, like a Bosch painting squeezed through a sci-fi filter. The texture's amazing. Look at how he builds up the shading with tiny, nervous strokes, creating a shimmering, almost vibrating effect. It's like he's not just drawing what he sees, but also how he feels about it, the anxiety and intensity. My eye keeps getting drawn back to the face in the box. The detail is incredible and the contrast is so stark, it really jumps out. It's like a raw, unfiltered emotion staring right back at you. Fuchs was part of the Vienna School of Fantastic Realism, and you can see that here. It makes me think of Alfred Kubin, same kind of obsessive detail, the same dive into the darker corners of the psyche. But really, this is its own thing, a unique vision. It is all about the journey, not the destination.