Tejedura 89/13 1989

This untitled work by Gego feels like a delicate construction, a tender weaving of thought and line. Imagine the artist, pen in hand, building this world one mark at a time; it's a dance of precision and chance, isn’t it? The palette is airy – blues that evoke sky and water, grounded by those sturdy yellow anchors. The lines, like nervous energy made visible, scrawling over a grid that can barely contain them. I think Gego was someone who really understood how a simple gesture could convey a whole universe. It reminds me a bit of Agnes Martin’s grids, but with a wilder, more untamed spirit. There is a conversation happening here between control and chaos. Like an exquisite map of an unknown city, with the artist inviting us to get lost in its intricate pathways.