My road (II) 1907

Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis made this painting, My Road (II), with thin layers of watercolor and tempera, in colours like earth and sky. Imagine him, standing over the paper, coaxing the paint into delicate lines. He repeats them, like musical notes on a page, creating a landscape that's both real and otherworldly. The vertical marks remind me of drips, but controlled, deliberate. Are they falling or growing? I feel his struggle to capture something beyond the visible. The floating stars—or are they kites?—tug at the composition, pulling us toward some unknown future. Ciurlionis, like many painters, was obsessed with music. Maybe these shapes are frequencies or echoes, made visible. Painting is like that, a conversation across time, where we borrow and steal and transform the ideas of those who came before. We all strive for a language that can express the unsayable. And that is something worth celebrating!