Без названия 2012

This "Untitled" painting by Zeng Fanzhi is like a night sky exploding onto canvas, a flurry of marks creating an atmospheric depth. Look how the paint is dripped and dabbed, almost reckless, yet there's a strange calm in the chaos. The texture is where it gets interesting. The dark ground feels almost brushed, with these stark white droplets layered on top. It's like the surface has its own weather system, a microclimate of paint. I'm drawn to the tangled branches in the foreground. How they simultaneously obscure and reveal the pink glow behind, a strange tension between foreground and background. It reminds me of Cy Twombly, who was also interested in mark-making and abstraction. Ultimately, this piece feels more like an experience than a picture. It's about mood, gesture, and the endless possibilities of paint.