Blanket c. 20th century

This indigo dyed cotton blanket was made by Dogon artists, and it's just beautiful. What strikes me most is the process, like each stripe is a breath, a moment in time, layered one over the other. The inky blues aren't uniform, but varied, like water, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm. I imagine the artist, hands stained blue, carefully applying the dye, each stripe a physical act. See how the color pools and bleeds, creating a soft, blurred edge? It’s like a watercolor painting, the dye soaking into the fabric, becoming one with it. This imperfection is what gives it life, warmth, and a real human touch. It reminds me a bit of Agnes Martin’s grids, but warmer, more tactile. Both artists share this love of repetition and process, an understanding that the making is just as important as the final product. It’s a reminder that art is an ongoing conversation, a constant exchange of ideas across time.