Galathée 1976

This is Joan Miró’s Galathée. It's probably a print of some kind, given the clean edges of the shapes, but it has all the hallmarks of his work; playful, colourful, and somehow both simple and sophisticated all at once. I love the way Miró fearlessly puts down these bold, flat areas of colour - red, blue, yellow, green, black - and then sets them off with delicate, spidery lines that seem to float across the surface. There's a real sense of freedom and spontaneity, as if he's just letting his imagination run wild. I am particularly drawn to the cluster of scribbled lines near the bottom. They remind me of a bird’s nest, or maybe just the pure joy of mark-making. Miró's work always feels like a conversation to me. He’s clearly in dialogue with the surrealists, but he’s also forging his own unique path. There is something childlike about the directness and naivety in his forms that reminds me of Paul Klee's drawings. Like Klee, Miró invites us to embrace ambiguity and find our own meanings in his art.