Le Broc 1920

Here's a painting by Juan Gris with a muted palette of browns, yellows, and blues, organized into geometric forms. I can imagine him, Gris, moving things around in the studio, setting up the still life, making those first marks. You know, it’s like Gris is building with color here, like a kid with blocks, trying to create a world. He's really in his zone, trying to wrangle these objects, a pitcher, glass, pear into something that feels solid, but also strange. I wonder if he was listening to music? The way he's got the light bouncing off the pitcher, it's so cool how he breaks it down into planes. It makes you think about the different ways we can see something, you know? I feel like painters are constantly talking to each other, even across time. They leave clues for us in the paint, asking us to keep the conversation going.