Dialogue II 1967

Constantin Flondor built this world of ochre and pale yellow with what looks like pastel or crayon. I see the hand of the artist searching through form. The shapes he coaxes from the surface hover between diagram and structure, as if he’s trying to rebuild something from an exploded view. I can imagine him considering a few marks, then adding a stroke, standing back, maybe even leaving it for a while, before coming back to add another. The arrow motifs are so interesting. I wonder if he’s thinking about the direction painting takes, this way and that. It makes me consider the lines we draw between artists, and how they move and evolve over time in response to one another. Painting is just such a physical process, one that requires an artist to bring their whole body and mind. It's as much about knowing what to do as it is about feeling your way through. It embraces uncertainty and opens up multiple possible meanings.