Untitled 1958

Here's a sculpture by Michael Bolus, one of his Untitled works, made from what looks like wood. The artist really gets into the physicality of the medium: the texture, the surface, all in stark black and white! I just want to reach out and touch it, feel the grain, the weight. When Bolus made this, was he thinking about balance, about the way shapes lean against each other? It's like a dance, or maybe a conversation between the different parts. They seem to be reaching towards the sky. There’s something so universal and timeless about it. I’m reminded of other sculptors, Brancusi or Hepworth, who were also trying to get at something essential, something beyond representation. It's like Bolus is having a dialogue with all of them, across time and space. Art isn’t created in a bubble.