Le temps 1975

Aki Kuroda's “Le temps” is like a soft whisper on a cold day. The way the blue sits on the grid, it’s as if he's trying to catch a feeling or thought that’s just out of reach. I bet Kuroda sat with this for a long time, letting the grid ground him, and then just a simple circle, like a bubble, floating in the coordinates. It reminds me of Agnes Martin, but with a surrealist twist. The blue is so delicate. It’s not shouting; it’s just…existing. It's the color of thought, of possibility, like a little portal on the canvas. Painting, like life, can be a meditation on structure and chance. It’s about finding the extraordinary in the ordinary, and maybe, just maybe, finding a little peace in the process.