Untitled 1988

Aki Kuroda's painting is a playground of red, black, and green shapes wrestling for attention on a white ground, like a party about to start, or just ending. I imagine Kuroda, brush in hand, orchestrating this chromatic dance, letting intuition guide the composition, adding and subtracting until it feels just right. The bold strokes and vibrant colors make me think of Joan Miró, but with a punk rock edge. The scribbled lines add a sense of urgency and playful irreverence, like doodles in the margins of a serious conversation. What was Kuroda thinking as he layered these elements? Perhaps he was trying to capture the energy of a moment, the chaos of urban life, or maybe just the sheer joy of putting paint on canvas. Ultimately, Kuroda invites us to participate in his process, to bring our own experiences and interpretations to the work. Painting, like any art form, is a conversation across time, and we are all invited to join in.