Untitled [plate LXI] 1958

This is an untitled print made by Joan Miró, we’re not sure exactly when. Looking at this, what strikes me is the sense of the unknown, and Miró's commitment to art-making as a process. There's a roughness to the forms, a deliberate embrace of texture. The dark marks against the blank background make you wonder what kind of tool he might have used. Was it a brush, or something else entirely? I love how he leaves so much open to interpretation. It’s almost like an alphabet, but a completely personal one. Look at the form that looks like a table. The way those two short legs have been applied is a great example of how Miró doesn’t conceal the way this thing was made; in fact, he draws attention to it. It reminds me a little of Cy Twombly. For both artists, it's not about the final image, but about the dance between intention and accident. Isn't art an ongoing conversation?