Aboudia made Môgôs #4 with expressive brushstrokes and a palette that feels both raw and intuitive. I imagine Aboudia building up the painting, layer upon layer, scraping back, adding more, letting it emerge, shifting like an archaeological dig or the way a city grows organically over time. I really feel this, the artist standing back, considering, then attacking the canvas again and again, maybe with charcoal first, making marks and lines, trying to coax figures out of the ground, pushing and pulling. The paint is put on thickly, like a skin that’s alive and breathing. Look at that red block near the bottom—a horizon? A mouth? It disrupts the field, adding tension and a certain groundedness. I think of Basquiat and Dubuffet and how Aboudia’s work joins their conversation, pushing it further. This kind of painting—it embraces uncertainty, allowing for multiple readings, existing in the realm of feeling as much as seeing.
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