Untitled 1974

This untitled painting was made by Clyfford Still, and you can see it’s like wrestling with paint, right? There's so much physicality here, thick strokes and dark purples, fighting for space with these jagged black shapes. Look at the top edge, where these flashes of red pop. It’s like a little rebellion against the brooding darkness. He builds up the surface, so you can feel the weight of the paint and the struggle of applying it. For me, Still’s work is all about pushing against boundaries. It’s like he’s daring the paint to become something new. There’s a rawness here that reminds me of early Joan Mitchell, the way she also loaded paint onto the canvas with such guts and emotion. In the end, it's not about pretty pictures, but about digging deep into the messy, unresolved questions of being human. And honestly, what could be more interesting than that?