Untitled 1964

This untitled work by Claude Georges is awash with strokes of blues and grays, and I just want to dive right into that stormy landscape. I bet Georges was searching for something when he made this. Painting is often about that, you know, a kind of looking that’s also a seeking. I can imagine him, brush in hand, coaxing the paint across the surface, maybe building up layers, scraping some away, always trying to get at something just out of reach. The texture is intriguing, isn't it? See how the paint is thin in some spots, almost like a wash, and then thicker in others, building up a kind of topography. The surface seems to mimic the uneven terrain it depicts. That bright white gesture down at the bottom? It's like a burst of energy, a moment of clarity amidst all that grey uncertainty. Painters are always in conversation with each other, and I wonder who Georges was thinking about when he made this. Who was in his corner cheering him on? I think painting is about embracing uncertainty. It's not about having all the answers, but about asking the right questions and the answers will present themselves in a way unique only to you.