Jeuxe et congres 1959

Jean Dubuffet's 'Jeuxe et congres' is like a gritty poem made with ink, capturing something raw and unfiltered. Imagine Dubuffet hunched over a plate, coaxing out these textures, maybe even fighting with the surface to get this incredible density. Look at how the dark splotches cluster and spread—they're like whispers or secrets trying to come through the noise. I bet he was thinking about the city, or maybe even just the ground beneath his feet. His art brut approach really gets at the heart of seeing things anew, doesn't it? It reminds me of Cy Twombly, in a way – the scratching, the scrawling. It feels elemental, like Dubuffet is tapping into something primal. But that’s what artists do, right? Keep the conversation going. Keep digging. Painting isn't about answers, but about searching, always searching.