Untitled (SFS 243) 1968

Sam Francis’s *Untitled (SFS 243)* is like a window, maybe a door, bursting with possibility. Imagine Francis in his studio, pushing around reds, yellows, and purples, letting them bleed and drip into a sea of white. I love how the paint isn’t precious. There are splashes and stains, moments of pure chance. What was he thinking when he made that bold, dark line across the top? Was he trying to contain the chaos, or give it a framework? The white space is so important here, like a breath, a pause. It invites you in, asks you to fill it with your own stories, your own colors. I think of other painters, like Helen Frankenthaler, who explored similar ideas about color and space. We’re all in conversation, riffing off each other, trying to make sense of this world through paint. Painting is like a philosophical inquiry, a playground for the mind and the heart. It’s never finished, just open to new interpretations.