Composition 1927

Auguste Herbin made this painting, Composition, out of oil paint, and you can feel the weight of each color block. Imagine him, maybe a little stubborn, stepping back, squinting, and then *bam*, laying down another bold shape. It feels like Herbin is juggling geometry and feeling. I wonder what he was listening to? Maybe something dissonant, or maybe something completely silent. There’s this push and pull, this dynamic tension that I love. The red sings a loud note and the yellows hum. Then those crazy pink tubes that make you think of, I don’t know, like, soft plumbing. I feel like you could rearrange these forms endlessly, always finding new harmonies. Paintings can be a conversation between people and art, a dance between intuition and order. You know, it's a reminder that art is not about answers; it's about the questions we ask along the way.