November 1963 III 1963

Edward Corbett's “November 1963 III” is like a visual poem, unfolding with simple forms, and a restricted colour palette of white, red and black, or maybe very dark blue. I imagine Corbett layering these hues, watching the painting come to life, each shape defining the next. He probably started with a vague idea, but painting is like a conversation, right? You begin with one thing and the work leads you somewhere new. The surface has thin paint, maybe oil, or acrylic, and the colors feel solid, as if they are cut from paper. The white feels vast, almost like the sky above the horizon line. It creates this sense of space and light. And that deep red? It's like a memory, a feeling, a raw emotion pulled from somewhere deep. That hard-edged diagonal running through the painting is particularly striking. It pulls the painting together, so simple yet so evocative, and that’s something I’m always striving for in my work. It’s like Barnett Newman said: artists are like ornithologists, always studying birds. It’s the same with painting. We’re all in this ongoing conversation.