Untitled 1974

Kuno Gonschior made this painting, we don't know exactly when, but it's a real head trip of yellow and white. The way he's gone about it, like a machine, is like, what does it MEAN to make something, right? It's got this weird, almost uniform texture, which makes me think about the physicality of painting, like, how much pressure did he put on that brush for each dot? I zero in on one of these dots, say, the one just left of centre, on the third row down: it is so simple, just a dab, but it holds the whole grid together, giving a touch of humanity to all this order, this system. The yellow ground colour, it's like a field, and the dots are...what? Flowers? An infestation? This idea of systematic, almost mechanical application reminds me of some of Sol Lewitt’s wall drawings. Both artists question the nature of authorship, but they end up creating something visually poetic in the process.