Untitled. Paris 1952

This untitled painting, made in Paris by Ed Clark, feels like a visual poem. It’s all about how the colors hang together, kind of blocky but still really fluid. The paint is thick, almost sculptural in places, and he’s not shy about letting the strokes show. There's this juicy tension between the dark blues and blacks that push forward, against the pale whites and grays which recede. Look at that white vase on the right. It's not just white; it's a field of different whites, like the light is dancing on it. Then, these squiggly, cartoonish lines, almost like graffiti, hover nearby. Clark reminds me a bit of Joan Mitchell, who was also working in Paris at the time. They both had a way of turning everyday scenes into these wild, emotional landscapes. It’s a reminder that art isn't about getting it right but about keeping the conversation going.