Untitled 1950

Sandu Darie made this untitled painting with paint and perhaps collage, resulting in a dynamic composition of black, white and a striking dash of red. I like to think of this artist, standing before the canvas, feeling the tension between order and chaos. What’s he thinking as he carefully places that square? Does the artist wrestle with balance, trying to contain the explosion of fractured shapes? Or is he thinking about how shapes speak? The black shards feel like moments frozen in time, caught mid-flight. That singular red square, like a fulcrum, makes me think about Malevich, but somehow warmer. Painters are always chatting to each other, across the ages! Each brushstroke feels like a step in that ongoing conversation. It’s a dialogue that embraces uncertainty, welcoming all kinds of interpretations, never fixed, and always evolving.