Untitled 1971

This untitled piece by Johannes Jan Schoonhoven is like a field of white, a kind of landscape made of pure, repeating form. It’s the kind of work that makes you think about process, about what it means to make art through repetition, a grid built up in small increments. The texture here is everything, right? It's not just flat paint, but these raised squares, each one subtly different. They catch the light, creating shadows that shift as you move around the piece. Up close, you can almost see the hand of the artist, the way the material might have been applied, pressed, or formed. It’s so minimal, yet the physicality of the medium speaks volumes. It reminds me a little of Agnes Martin, that same commitment to a reduced palette, to subtle variations within a strict format. But where Martin feels expansive, almost cosmic, Schoonhoven feels more grounded, like a study in the everyday. It's a reminder that art doesn’t always need to shout to be heard.