Untitled 1967

Moshe Kupferman made this painting with paint, probably oil or acrylic, and you can see how the making, the process, is laid bare. There’s a real sense of vulnerability in the layers of thin paint, the exposed canvas. The colors are muted – pinks, blues, grays – like faded memories or the quiet moments just before dawn. Look at the upper part of the painting, those hand-like forms emerging and dissolving. Kupferman’s gesture, both tentative and bold, creates a space where things come into being and then fade away. It reminds me of Cy Twombly’s scribbled lines, that same feeling of searching. These aren’t declarative statements but investigations, open-ended questions about what a painting can be. The beauty is in that uncertainty, the willingness to let the process lead.