Work 1957

Tsuruko Yamazaki made this unnamed artwork with synthetic paint, and I can just imagine her in the studio, experimenting with it. It’s kind of glorious, don’t you think? I see these bright splashes of pink, red, blue, and yellow against the pale background. The paint is fluid, almost watery, creating these splatters and drips that feel so energetic and free, so open. I wonder, was she thinking about movement, about the physicality of applying paint to a surface? There’s a tension here between control and chance. I can imagine her tilting the canvas, guiding the paint, but also letting it do its own thing. Those dark splatters in the center—maybe that was a moment of frustration, or maybe a deliberate act of defiance. Artists are always in conversation with each other, borrowing ideas, pushing boundaries, and making something entirely new. Painting is just such an embodied expression, embracing ambiguity and uncertainty.