Untitled 1955

Pablo Palazuelo made this untitled artwork, with what looks like brown and orange paint and thin, barely-there pencil lines. It feels like something under construction, or deconstruction. I wonder what it was like for Palazuelo to try to give form to something so intangible? I bet he was improvising. It must’ve been so hard, and such a joy, to work on this thing. Look at these shapes, how they tilt, and lean, and touch each other. They create a sense of depth. The pale background is almost like the sky or the clouds, and these shapes are floating in space. You can almost feel him thinking, and rethinking, his way through the painting. It’s not photo-real, but it’s emotional-real. Palazuelo’s like a lot of artists I admire, because he shows how one little move can open up a space for everybody to share, and change, and grow. We’re all bouncing off each other and it’s exciting.