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Walking among Caspar David Friedrich @ Alte Nationalgalerie, Berlin, Germany, 2026
I don’t know where to begin. Caspar David Friedrich is perhaps the most important visual artist in my life, with works like “The Abbey in The Oakwood“ and “The Monk By The Sea” serving as deep, introspective reminders of the weight of solitude and the finality of death, and the blending of sky, earth, and sea into one, fluid ether. The feelings that his work stirs in me are ones of deep reflection upon the invisible loneliness I carry all through my life. I find his art incredibly important to me personally, and a definitive part of who I am as a human, as an artist, as a storyteller.
Last week, Michael and I stayed in Berlin and had the opportunity to visit Friedrich’s paintings, and it was utterly life changing. The room was quiet among the rest of gallery rooms, as if silence drew an inhale in the presence of the stories sprawled across ivory walls, and I spent a majority of my time in there sobbing as quietly as I could—the guard was giving me weird looks—and just being in the presence of such powerful art.
Enjoy these photos of the experience that don’t compare to the physical feeling of being in that room nearly enough. You’ll just have to take my word for it. And that last pic of my live crying when I first saw The Abbey.
I don’t know where to begin. Caspar David Friedrich is perhaps the most important visual artist in my life, with works like “The Abbey in The Oakwood“ and “The Monk By The Sea” serving as deep, introspective reminders of the weight of solitude and the finality of death, and the blending of sky, earth, and sea into one, fluid ether. The feelings that his work stirs in me are ones of deep reflection upon the invisible loneliness I carry all through my life. I find his art incredibly important to me personally, and a definitive part of who I am as a human, as an artist, as a storyteller.
Last week, Michael and I stayed in Berlin and had the opportunity to visit Friedrich’s paintings, and it was utterly life changing. The room was quiet among the rest of gallery rooms, as if silence drew an inhale in the presence of the stories sprawled across ivory walls, and I spent a majority of my time in there sobbing as quietly as I could—the guard was giving me weird looks—and just being in the presence of such powerful art.
Enjoy these photos of the experience that don’t compare to the physical feeling of being in that room nearly enough. You’ll just have to take my word for it. And that last pic of my live crying when I first saw The Abbey.
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