Spears 1974

This is a painting made by Moshe Kupferman, and I have to say, the subtle blues and grays he’s working with, create such a strange, meditative space. I can imagine him, brush in hand, thinking and rethinking, applying these vertical lines of grey paint, but not too carefully. Each line is different; they waver and break slightly, the paint isn't too thick or thin. They sort of hover between presence and absence. You can see where he added and subtracted, maybe even wiped away. It’s almost like he was trying to find something in the act of painting itself. It’s like Kupferman is in dialogue with Agnes Martin, and Brice Marden, and so many of the abstract expressionists who sought to capture something profound in the simplest of gestures. Painting can be like that, a conversation across time, a way of thinking through feeling, where meaning is not fixed, but always emerging.