Untitled 1988

This untitled work by Gerhard Richter is an oil painting dominated by greens and grays, and a whole lotta texture. Imagine the artist, maybe even with a squeegee, dragging paint across the surface, building up these crazy ridges and patterns. I'm sympathizing with Richter here, feeling the push and pull of the medium. What's he thinking? What does he want? Is it a landscape? Is it chaos? Maybe both? Look closely at the top part of the painting. See how the green thins out, almost dissolving into the white? It's like a memory fading or a dream slipping away. And then below, this dense build up of strokes. The overall effect is so physical, yet strangely ephemeral. Like the paint itself is alive, constantly shifting and reforming. It’s amazing how Richter’s process echoes the work of other painters while retaining its own distinct voice. Painting, after all, is an ongoing conversation. There are no easy answers, just the thrill of exploration and the endless possibility of what paint can do.