Zeta III 1965

Victor Vasarely made this painting, "Zeta III," out of lines, circles and squares, playing with black and white so the whole thing vibrates, almost like a hallucination. Imagine him there in his studio, maybe listening to jazz, carefully plotting each line, each form. It must have been a total head trip to see it all come together, this world of pure geometry. I wonder if he was thinking about urban spaces, about architecture, the way buildings and streets create these repetitive patterns? The circles soften the hard edges, and the way he makes them interact with the lines—it’s like he’s asking: can order and chaos coexist? Vasarely's from the generation before me, but I feel like we're all wrestling with similar problems: how to make sense of the world, how to create something new out of the visual language that came before. That's the beauty of art: it’s a conversation across time, always inspiring, always evolving.