Aldemir Martins made this painting of a white cat with what looks like acrylic on canvas, and I imagine it came to life in stages, maybe with the background first, a sunny yellow and hot red. It’s like he saw the world in shapes, and colors first, and then found the cat in there. I sympathize with the artist, feeling what it's like trying to find a form, and then suddenly, the animal appears. Those paws at the bottom—they're like little pink candies. It's almost as if the cat is sinking into the ground, or maybe just relaxing into it. And the eyes! Green almonds with those bold blue circles, staring right through you. There's an exchange happening here, between Martins, the cat, and us. He is in conversation with other painters like Henri Rousseau, who also painted in his own way, not like anyone else. Painting is like that, an exchange of ideas across time. Painting is about openness and uncertainty, allowing many ways to see and feel.