灰粉花飞 2015

王新福 made this painting titled 灰粉花飞, with thick impasto marks of red, white, purple and yellow. I can almost feel the artist’s hand moving across the canvas, layering color upon color, building up this chaotic surface. I wonder what it was like for 王新福, lost in the act of creation. Were they thinking about something specific, or were they just letting the paint guide them? There is this energetic scribble of white, like a burst of light – or a frustrated erasure? It reminds me a little of Joan Mitchell, or maybe de Kooning, in its raw, untamed energy. Ultimately, painting is a form of conversation between artists across time. It is a language of gestures, colors, and textures. It speaks to something deep within us, something that words can’t quite capture.