Spring breeze 1962

Hossein Behzad's 'Spring Breeze' feels made with meticulous care. It's like a love letter, but instead of words, it’s written with tiny brushstrokes. Look at that dress! It’s red, but not just any red - a million shades mixed together, layer upon layer, almost vibrating off the surface. You can feel the hours and days the artist must have spent building up that color. And the way it pools and gathers suggests something of the way colors mix in real life, like a stain, a memory, or a feeling. Then there’s the way the artist handles the flowers, each one a tiny universe of color and form. It feels almost obsessive, and you can imagine Behzad lost in the act of painting. It reminds me a bit of Persian rugs, where the whole image becomes more important than any individual part. It also reminds me of the work of Henri Matisse. Behzad, like Matisse, knew how to make a composition glow from within. In a way, art is like a conversation across generations. It’s about finding new ways to see, to feel, and to make sense of the world.