Taureau XVI 1958

Le Corbusier made "Taureau XVI" with oil paint, and it's like a puzzle of shapes and colors. I see thick lines boxing in lavender, yellow, and blues. Imagine him standing there, brush in hand, trying to fit all these pieces together on the canvas. The painting is flat, but it’s also got this quirky depth. It’s as though Corbusier wanted to build a world, layer by layer, where forms float and bump into each other. Look at the blue line, swirling like a wisp of smoke, or a thought. It feels like he's not just painting what he sees, but what he imagines. I think of Léger and Picasso, how they, too, were smashing up reality and reassembling it in their own way. Artists are always riffing off each other, adding their own spin. "Taureau XVI" feels unfinished in a way, but maybe that’s the point. It's a moment captured mid-thought, an invitation for us to come in and finish the conversation.