Khals is a great Dutch artist, who in his lifetime was still a rowdy. His case was the one in which the genius does not value his genius at all, loves to jam in the taverns, fall asleep in unexpected places and wake up from a bucket of water on his head, but this does not make him less talented or less honored.
Khals loved life, it can be seen both in his paintings and in eyewitness accounts. He loved her wildness, her naturalness, the root causes and manifestations, not bound by the norms of morality. He loved to play and drink, pretty women, delicious food. He also loved people and did not like old tales at all.
Historical painting, religious plots and descriptions of past times did not attract him at all – they did not have the fire that burned in him and fascinated him. But he was in people, and therefore Hals was a born portrait painter – loving people, knowing how to catch unpredictable, amazing moments, he wrote with equal pleasure both young girls and old drunkards. And in those, and in those was for him the interest – to find a burning spark of life and express it on canvas.
“Gypsy” is characteristic of him, because he is completely devoid of the rigor of the academic portrait and solemnity inertness. The lack of emotion, which is considered good form in high circles, is rejected by Khalsom completely. He writes a very young gypsy, almost a girl – she has curly black hair, an open living face, she does not look at the viewer, but at an invisible interlocutor, either arguing with him, or laughing at him, or trying to take him to weak.
In her hair, her scarlet ribbon, her lips – full and red – are crooked in the grimace of distrust and overt provocation. She looks mockingly, cheerfully, offering to fray with her, and the lightness of the brush, the glare of the light gives this expression extra charm. The background of the picture is blurry, but it is not needed. You can feel life splashing on canvas without it.