Untitled [plate XXVII] 1958

This is an untitled print by Joan Miró, made using colour print on paper. I imagine Miró, somewhere in his studio, carefully inking his plate, thinking about shapes, dreams, childhood memories. The thick, black arc on the left, it's almost a primal mark, and the yellow dot, a sun? A thought? It’s like a dance of forms suspended in space. I'm particularly drawn to the tiny vertical mark, so subtle but so vital. It pierces the centre of the frame as if anchoring everything. The blue crescent has white marks like constellations, mirroring the markings of the larger form, and the red shape, a blood cell perhaps, sits jauntily between them. It's a conversation between colors and textures, between intention and accident, echoing the work of other surrealists who embraced the subconscious. This print is a reminder that art is an exchange, an invitation to see the world through someone else's eyes, and to find our own meaning within it.