Untitled 2012

This monochrome painting, made by Tiberiy Szilvashi, sucks you into its darkness. I imagine it started with thin washes of black, layered and built up, almost like a slow, steady meditation. You can feel the artist's hand in the subtle textures, the slight variations in tone. It’s not just a flat, dead surface; it's alive with the history of its making. I bet Szilvashi was thinking about Malevich, about pure form and the spiritual in art, but he's also doing something totally his own, something deeply personal. The way the light catches the edges makes me think about Rothko, too, and his fields of color that seem to vibrate with emotion. It’s like a conversation across time, with one artist responding to another, pushing the boundaries of what painting can be. It shows how painting is an exchange of ideas, an exploration of feeling, and always open to new interpretation.