Untitled [plate XLVII] 1958

This untitled print by Joan Miró is made of simple blocks of color. The way the colors are laid down feels immediate, like he’s working out an idea in real time. You get the feeling artmaking is a process of discovery. I love the flatness of the shapes, the way the red circle hovers at the top, tethered by a thin yellow line, like a balloon on a string. The colors are intense, but they retain a kind of rough quality, as though they've been quickly wiped across the surface. Notice the blue, how it forms this angular, almost architectural base. It anchors the piece, but also creates a sense of playful imbalance. Then there's that single red dot floating off to the side. It's like a little punctuation mark. Miró's work always feels like a conversation, maybe with Matisse, maybe with Picasso, but definitely with himself. His art embraces a kind of beautiful ambiguity, inviting us to dream, to interpret, and to find our own meaning within the playful dance of color and form.