Untitled 1967

Here's a painting by Moshe Kupferman made with brushstrokes of white, grey, burgundy, and teal, all searching for a form. I imagine Kupferman layering these strokes, building something up and then, just as quickly, scraping it away. The painting feels like a conversation, where each mark is both a question and an answer. Did he pause, stepping back to consider? Were there moments of frustration, or unexpected delight? Look how a thick swipe of teal suggests a form, maybe wings, and then disappears back into the abstract structure. I think it could be a nod to other painters like Guston and de Kooning, also grappling with form and feeling. In the end, it’s not about what the painting is, but how it makes you feel. The painting embraces ambiguity and uncertainty and invites you to make up your own story.