Untitled V 1962

Esteban Vicente made this Untitled V, a painting, without a specified date, but it looks like a print, where the art is all about the doing. Check out how the red and black collide—it feels raw, immediate. The texture isn't hidden; it's the point. You can almost feel Vicente pushing the ink around, deciding where to let it pool and where to scrape it back. I love how this honesty shapes how we feel when we look at it. Our emotional experience is tied to the physicality of the medium. See that black mark in the top right corner? It’s not just a blob; it’s a build-up of strokes, a record of Vicente’s thinking, like he couldn't quite decide when to stop. It reminds me a little of Franz Kline, with its bold gestures and that sense of raw energy. Art’s an ongoing conversation, a messy, beautiful exchange of ideas, right? There’s no one right answer, just different ways of seeing.