michael borremans, manufacturers of constellation (2000)
isn't it riveting how just a few suggestive marks of black and water on paper can leave you feeling so much?
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2 comments:
my jaw is literally unable to close, it's just hanging and flapping about. this is stunning.
exactly. like maurice denis said... ‘remember that a picture, before being a battle horse, a nude, an anecdote or whatnot, is essentially a flat surface covered with colors assembled in a certain order.’
i can never see a painting without thinking of this pragmatic truth.
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