Sometimes works of art appear to be related. Members of the same family. Carriers of the same emotion. Here I 'connected' a few drawings and a woodcut. I would like to introduce these works to each other.
All of these works stopped my breath when I first saw them. They scare me. Edvard Much titled his woodcut: Two human beings (the Lonely Ones) . In parenthesis, like an afterthought. As if he didn't really need to explain this; don't we recognise their loneliness by simply looking at the woodcut?
Don't we recognise a similar loneliness in the other works here?
In the blues and greens? In something intangible?
Edvard Munch, Two human beings (the Lonely Ones), 1895
Ellen Thesleff, Self-portrait, 1894-1895
Juul Kraijer, Untitled, 2006
William Kentridge, Drawing for the film Stereoscope, 1998-1999