Untitled 1970

This mixed media piece by Valentin Khrushch seems to be made from found materials, maybe some old newsprint, thick white paint, and a smooth stone. I'm imagining the artist slapping that paint on, maybe covering up some old text, only to reveal a shape or two. The paint is thick, almost sculptural, and there are these drips and splatters that suggest a real sense of urgency. It's like he's trying to bury something, but the past keeps peeking through, you know? And then there’s that stone, a splash of warm orange on its underbelly. Placed as if landed from above. The stone is like a stubborn little detail that anchors the whole piece, it feels deliberate. I wonder if Khrushch was thinking about other collage artists, like Kurt Schwitters. Ultimately, paintings are in dialogue with each other, across time. They remind us that art is a conversation, an ongoing exchange of ideas.