Untitled 1966

This untitled painting by Kuno Gonschior is a wild field of green alive with tiny dots of pink and white. I can imagine him, brush in hand, patiently building this shimmering surface, one careful daub at a time. It's kind of hypnotic, right? Like staring into a lush meadow, but one that's been pixilated or digitized. You start to wonder, what was he thinking as he made each mark? Was it a meditation, a slow and steady process of layering? I see the legacy of Pointillism here, but also something else, something quieter and more personal. It's like Agnes Martin took up gardening. These kinds of paintings remind me that art is a conversation across time. We’re all just borrowing and building, remixing and responding to what came before. And ultimately, it's about embracing the ambiguity, the not-knowing, and finding beauty in the process itself.