day 251 || two imitation orchids

Reading Dietmar Elger's book Expressionism; vainly breaking down the various paintings shown, wanting to decipher their energy and controversial concepts—the abstraction of a given moment, textured strokes, uneven lines, all summounting to a creative rush, caffeine hitting the blood stream. Intense realism no longer held value to these artists, nor the bourgeois ideals concerning Impressionism. Expressionists wanted blurred colors and shades of a drunken night— twisted wrestlings of form with landscape, raw disfigured, deformed memories of light on shadow—