Untitled 1993

I imagine Albert Oehlen made this painting with oil, pushing and pulling the paint across the surface to create something that feels both chaotic and composed. The palette is like a faded memory – greens, yellows, and browns swirling together. Look at how Oehlen layers those greens with the yellows, creating a sense of depth. I wonder if he began with a clear idea, or if the painting evolved through trial and error, each mark leading to the next? There's a tension in the painting between the abstract gestures and the suggestion of forms. Oehlen’s mark-making reminds me of other painters grappling with similar issues of representation and abstraction. It's like a conversation across time. Ultimately, this painting feels like an open question, an invitation to find your own meaning in the layers of paint and gesture. And that’s what keeps me coming back, the endless possibilities for interpretation.