Le temps 1975

Aki Kuroda’s "Le temps," I’m guessing, was made with ink on paper, and it’s a reminder that art is a process. Kuroda uses this delicate grid as a foundation, almost like a piece of graph paper, but then he disrupts it with this soft, celestial sphere, like a daydream interrupting your geometry class. The circle itself is contained but the blue sort of bleeds out of it and it’s this beautiful, quiet kind of mess. It reminds me of that feeling when your mind starts to wander. The title, "Le temps," or "time," makes me think about how we try to measure and contain time, but it always seems to slip away from us. The circle is like a moment, held in place, but also dissolving. It makes me think of Agnes Martin, but a bit more punk, more playful. I love how it embraces ambiguity.