Untitled 1960

Moshe Kupferman made this painting with oils, but when, exactly? That's a bit of a mystery, isn't it? The more you look at it, the more it reveals, a whisper of color. There's something about Kupferman's thin washes that feels like he's searching, like he's trying to find a form within the mist. See how the paint is applied in these vertical strokes, almost like rain streaking down a window? There's a real openness in the way he allows the ground to peek through. And then, this little splash of red, like a heartbeat buried deep within the surface. It's not quite a shape, more like a suggestion of one, and that's what makes it so compelling. Kupferman reminds me of Agnes Martin, who also worked with these quiet, repetitive gestures. I think art is like a conversation, a back-and-forth between artists across time.