Untitled 1976

Hannelore Baron made this untitled piece, using what looks like found fabric, thread, and maybe ink. The palette is muted – browns, blacks, creams – like looking at something aged or buried. The textures are so varied, from coarse to smooth, drawing you in. Notice the scribbled lines; they're almost like whispers or secrets etched onto the surface. Down near the bottom, there's a stitched shape, maybe a vessel or a broken heart, who knows? It’s raw, like something pieced together from scraps, both physical and emotional. Baron's work often feels like a conversation with artists like Kurt Schwitters, who also used found materials to create these dense assemblages. It's all about the beauty of the imperfect, the story of the discarded. And that, to me, is what makes art so endlessly fascinating: it embraces the messy, unresolved parts of life.