Yellow line 1992

Kazuo Shiraga’s Yellow Line is like a record of a bodily event—you can almost feel the artist’s presence. He was part of the Gutai group in Japan who were known for their radical approach to artmaking, often involving performance and destruction. Just look at the marks, the thick swirls of yellow and black paint, laid down with such force and energy. It’s like he’s wrestling with the canvas, trying to find a way to express something primal and raw. I bet it felt exhilarating and exhausting at the same time. There’s a real physicality to the paint, isn’t there? It's thick in some places, creating these luscious, textured surfaces, and thin in others, allowing the white of the canvas to peek through. These gestures seem to dance across the surface, creating a sense of movement and rhythm that’s totally mesmerizing. It reminds me that painting is, at heart, a deeply embodied act.