Untitled 1990

Zdzislaw Beksinski made this untitled work using pencil on paper. I can just imagine Beksinski hunched over this drawing, the pencil scratching at the surface, conjuring this dark figure from the white void. The marks are quick, nervous almost, like he’s trying to capture something fleeting, a nightmare perhaps, before it vanishes. Look at the way the figure is formed with these frantic lines. The body seems to be dissolving. You feel the artist’s hand in every stroke, his breath on the page. It makes me think of Goya's darker etchings, those visions of unease and the grotesque, but with an intimacy that’s all Beksinski’s own. There's something vulnerable about showing us these inner demons. It is a reminder of the artist's ongoing conversation across time, inspiring creativity.