Untitled 1972

This is an untitled work by Moshe Kupferman, and I am just imagining him in the studio, working on this piece, perhaps with pencil or charcoal. Look at these insistent lines. I can almost see Kupferman standing there, repeating them, almost like a mantra. There is a real meditative quality to this work. I wonder, was he thinking about Agnes Martin, or maybe even Barnett Newman, as he made this? It’s all about the surface, the texture, and the process. The subtle variations in tone and pressure give the whole thing a real depth, despite the limited palette. The circular forms are interesting here, too. Maybe he was aiming for something more concrete, more figurative, but then let it dissolve back into the abstract rhythm of the lines. It's like a whisper of an idea, barely there. I think artists are always in conversation with each other, across time and space. And that's the beauty of painting, isn't it? It is never really finished. There's always room for another interpretation, another way of seeing.