Apex 1984

Piero Dorazio made *Apex* with paint and canvas, a symphony of lines against a rich blue, and the work is singing. Imagine Dorazio, brush in hand, carefully laying down each stroke. I see the artist contemplating the canvas, planning the trajectories of these chromatic rays, each one a carefully calibrated note in a visual chord. The lines aren't perfectly straight; they have a slight wobble that gives them a human touch. They feel like someone thought about it a lot, but then let go to embrace the slight imperfections that make it feel really alive. I want to imagine the conversations he might have had with other painters, those who chased light and color like him, those interested in geometric form and how it could open into something unexpected and emotional. And I think about how this push and pull between intention and chance, structure and freedom, is what keeps painting such a vital form.