The tree, the road, the house 2013

Alfred Freddy Krupa made "The tree, the road, the house" in ink, probably in a single session, back in 2013. I can imagine him, brush loaded with black ink, hovering over the paper. There's a calligraphic quality to it, with bold strokes and delicate lines that dance across the surface. The ink is thin, almost watery in places, bleeding into the fibers of the paper, but then, in other areas it's built up into these deep, dark pools. These marks, this vocabulary of dark and light, they feel both urgent and intuitive. The composition is spare, with just enough information to suggest a landscape—a tree, a road, a house, maybe? But it’s also about pure form, the sheer pleasure of putting ink to paper. There’s a connection here to earlier ink painters, but Krupa brings his own sensibility to it, a kind of raw energy that feels very contemporary. It’s like he’s plugged into this long conversation that artists have been having for centuries, each one adding their own unique voice.