Untitled c. 1950s

Ralston Crawford made this small, untitled drawing with ink on paper. Just look at the precision of those lines—the way they confidently traverse the surface. I can imagine Crawford carefully mapping out this geometric composition, his hand steady as he brings the image into being. There's something so satisfying about the crispness of the lines against the soft, blank paper. They remind me of the kind of architectural drawings I made when I was younger, full of hard edges, intersecting lines, and repetitive patterns. I can imagine Crawford being interested in the hidden geometries of everyday life, finding beauty in the most unexpected places. Think about the way one artist’s work can speak to another across time and place. It’s like we’re all participating in one big, ongoing conversation about the possibilities of seeing and thinking. I see Ralston Crawford as a kindred spirit!