Untitled (Ring with Light) 1966

Robert Morris, sometime in the last few decades of the twentieth century, made this ring with who knows what materials. It's a real head-scratcher, right? This is where process comes in; where you realize that making art is a journey, not a destination. Morris was one of those artists who just kept pushing, experimenting, and questioning what art even *is*. I see this ring as a meditation on form and light. The cool, grey surface is smooth and impersonal, industrial almost, but then you notice the gaps, those slivers of light cutting through the form. Like a crack in a facade, or a glimpse behind the curtain. That light, it disrupts the stoicism of the grey, adding warmth and intrigue. It's like a secret language. Morris reminds me a little of Donald Judd, who also pared things down to their bare essentials. But where Judd was all about the object, Morris always had this sense of play, of wanting to mess with your head. This ring isn't just a shape; it's a question.