How can one drawing do so much to me ? I’m sat at home feeling pretty lousy, a virus has spent the best part of this week trying to interfere in my practice based research, and THAT is unforgivable. However I want to focus on this drawing by Gerhart Richter. Understand why it speaks a previously unchartered place in me.
Every now and then I encounter a work which is far grater than he sum of it’s parts. Deceptively simple in it’s execution of ink bled across paper. This one drawing is flooded with emotive waves like a symphony. It feels as though it is the the distilled essence of a passage across hope, love and loss.
I suspect that it is no chance that Richter created this drawing and it is born from years of study and making in colour and form. I don’t care necessarily for a lot of Richter’s paintings but I see his craft.
When I look at the drawing I see sadness and beauty occupying the same space, a lament -( as discussed in this weeks MA session). I’ve always connected with the notion of the lament, the sadness in seeing the gap between what is and what could be.
It’s also important to consider as I’m using this process of bleeding ink quiet a lot in my own practice right now. Something I am a little suspicious of due to it’s popular nature, the though needs to work in sync with he aesthetics. And where am I taking it?