Untitled 1973

Here is an untitled painting by Claude Georges. I can only imagine him, brush in hand, as he built up the layers of color, in brown, blue, black and hints of oranges, a kind of earthy symphony. The painting is a push-and-pull of figuration and abstraction – like he's trying to pin something down, but it keeps slipping away. I see the traces of a figure perhaps, or maybe it's just a landscape dissolving into pure feeling. The painting's energy is so dynamic, so full of shifting perspectives. It's like Georges is inviting us to piece together our own version of reality, one gesture at a time. Looking at Georges' painting, I'm reminded of other painters grappling with similar questions – de Kooning, maybe, or Joan Mitchell, all artists who understood that a painting isn't just an image, but a record of a process. It is a conversation, an act of embodied expression that is open for multiple interpretations.