Untitled [woman resting her head in a man's lap] 1955 - 1967

Richard Diebenkorn made this ink drawing on paper and called it "Untitled [woman resting her head in a man's lap]". Imagine Diebenkorn’s hand moving across the paper, the ink bleeding into the fibers, each stroke a thought, a feeling, a question. I can almost hear the scratching of the pen! What do you make of the tender scene? Maybe it's a moment of rest, a stolen glance, or just the quiet intimacy of being together. The line is decisive but full of doubt, searching for the form, feeling its way through the space. The heavy black ink, so present on the page, evokes a weightiness of emotion. There is an awareness of a history of mark-making. It reminds me a little of Matisse's line drawings. And maybe, like Diebenkorn, we're all just drawing from each other, borrowing, stealing, and transforming.