Flying 1946

Endre Rozsda made this oil on canvas painting, called Flying, with an approach to mark making that feels intuitive and open to chance. It's like he's letting the painting itself guide him. Looking closely, the surface is alive with texture. Thin washes of color peek through layers of scumbled paint. You can almost feel the push and pull of the brush as he built up this complex surface. The black lines are interesting here, they create pathways for your eye to follow, but also block the view of what is going on underneath, like a censor. The overall effect isn't just visual – it's emotional, too. It makes me think of trying to recall a memory, not quite there but almost. Rozsda reminds me a bit of Alfred Kubin, another artist who delved into the subconscious with a similar kind of frenetic energy. It’s a reminder that art is always in conversation, building on what came before.