Sofa 1936

Nicholas Gorid made this drawing of a Sofa at some point in his lifetime with ink on paper. I'm thinking about his hand moving across the page, following his mind's eye. What a patient and thoughtful way to depict something, not through color or texture, but through the pure, calm line. It's as if he's trying to catch the essence of this Sofa, its structure and form, like a scientist observing an organism under a microscope. You know, it makes me think about how much we rely on seeing things in a certain way, in painting there’s a reliance on the gesture, the color, but here, Gorid strips it all away. What remains is a skeleton. I’m wondering, was he an architect? Did he labor over every detail, measuring and calculating? Maybe this was more like a meditation. Maybe in drawing this sofa, he came to know it intimately, its every curve and joint. It reminds us that art isn't always about showing off, but about slowing down, looking closely, and really seeing.