Remake 1983

Jean Helion made Remake with confident brushstrokes and a palette of browns, reds, and purples. It's easy to imagine him, brush in hand, circling the canvas, building up the composition, maybe scraping back some areas. There's a kind of raw honesty here. The paint is neither too thick nor too thin, it just *is*. Look at how he lays down that purplish hue for the woman’s body, each brushstroke distinct, like a fingerprint. It feels like he's trying to capture a fleeting moment, a memory, or a dream, where things are a little out of focus. It reminds me a bit of Matisse, with its bold colors and simplified forms. It's like they are all in on this conversation about how we see and feel. Artists, they're always talking to each other across time, you know? I find that idea comforting. Painting is a process of discovery, embracing the messy, the unresolved. It’s about leaving room for the viewer to come in and complete the picture.