Untitled 1989

Arsen Savadov’s painting is a whole world conjured up with bright yellows, deep reds, and ghostly whites—a cacophony of color and form. You can almost see the artist at work, layering brushstroke upon brushstroke, each mark building up to create this wild, energetic surface. I'm just imagining being Savadov, wrestling with this canvas. What's it like to mix those colors, feel the texture of the paint under the brush? There's a primal energy in that central red form, almost like a beating heart, with paint dripping down like blood. And then there's that photograph, tucked away at the top, a little window into another world. That looping white line, snaking its way across the canvas, holds everything together, like a playful dare to the viewer to make sense of it all. Painting is a form of embodied expression, it embraces ambiguity, allowing for multiple interpretations and meanings. Savadov is in conversation with the history of painting, pushing it, questioning it, and making something entirely new.