Untitled 1964

I see this painted construction by Sven Lukin, and I think, "Wow, what a satisfying set of curves and sharp edges". I get a kick out of imagining Lukin in the studio, maybe stepping back, squinting, and then adding a layer of cool blue to that top section there; like he’s trying to capture a memory or a feeling, smearing, scraping, and building it up layer by layer. See how the pink and the orange sort of cuddle in the center of the construction. I bet the physicality of the materials, the way the paint sits on the surface, was super important to him. It's not just about the colors, but the texture, too. I can see this piece as part of an ongoing discussion with other painters. There are echoes of Bauhaus simplicity here, with a touch of something more playful and free. It reminds me that making art is like having a conversation across time, each artist adding their own voice to the mix. It’s all about that embodied expression, isn’t it?