Cythera Skizze 1986

Gerhard Richter made Cythera Skizze with big juicy swipes of paint, like he was wrestling with the canvas. I can almost feel the push and pull, the scrape of the brush, the dance of control and accident. There's this sunny, almost exploding yellow field in the painting that pulls you in, then BAM, you hit these jagged, vertical blue and green gashes. It’s like the painting is breathing, inhaling light, exhaling darkness. I wonder if Richter was thinking about landscape, maybe a memory of a place, or just the pure joy of color mixing on the surface. Look at how the red splatters interrupt the yellow. It's like a quick, impulsive decision, a burst of energy that refuses to be contained. Richter's work often plays with chance, embracing the unpredictable nature of paint. It reminds me of de Kooning's chaotic energy, but with a German twist. I bet they would have had a lot to talk about. Painting is a conversation, you know, artists answering each other across time.