Monday, 22 June 2015

The Wanderer - Caspar David Friedrich

I am a romantic. Not in the cheesy-Valentine's Day-roses-heart shaped cookies way. In a way that I believe and appreciate love, passion, mystery, melancholy, feelings

I remember the first time I ever saw this painting. It was in French class, I was around 16 years old. We were quickly going through all the main paintings of various art movements of the 19th and 20th century. This particular one amazed me. The serenity, the doubt, the confidence, the tension, the beauty flowing out of this masterpiece made me stop for a second, a third, a hundredth look.  

Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer) - Caspar David Friedrich - 1818.

In this man, I saw the person I wanted to meet in life. 
Appreciating the surreal surroundings, dressed beautifully, taking in the present moment, serene, thoughts in his mind. Elegant, he wandered to his favorite childhood place to let his mind wander. Silent, you can only hear the wind, that vibrant, fresh, spicy wind that you can only find at this altitude.

I could imagine him turning back, looking somber, and then, breaking into a subtle smile. Dreamy and powerful. Classy and poetic. Still thinking. Processing. Trying to understand. What happened in his young years? Where to go from now on? He wants to feel alive. He wishes to understand. To find that happiness he's heard so much about.














The details of this paintings are still fascinating me. The slightly wavy gingerish blond hair of the man, the way he his standing, his cane, his feet, his clothing, the delicacy and strength of it all. Every feature is perfectly as it should be to create that magical moment. The cloudy mountain landscape we are all driven to is magnificent... It could be a dream, but it looks real to me. I could imagine myself in this story, the sun a little too bright for our eyes, the wind making our cheeks reddish and our hair messy, living the present moment. As it should be. 


I have the feeling I have found that man now. I am so lucky to have him in my life. And it makes me appreciate this painting, this atmosphere even more.  I understand the meaning of this masterpiece on another level. I can connect with this work by Friedrich. In my own way

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