vilhelm hammershoi (1864-1916).
the stillness of the placement of the furniture silently displaying order, measure and cadence of the time. the way the human is subordinated by the architecture, the clock and beat of his time.
somehow i always hear a clock when i see these pictures.
the light traces on the wooden floors, the windows and doors and backs and necks. everything is subtle and at the same time powerful. that white neck of the girl in front of the oven.
the fading colors, the plainness, the blue and grey, the nordic melancholy of a felt ocean.