3 July 2026
Flight (working title): an opening, a gust of fresh air and momentum, light clipping edges, delimitation with less information. In the body of work that is coming together—there are probably five or six paintings contending right now—this one is the most pared back (and maybe the most sure of itself as a result). But it's hard to know if I trust it or not yet. Which is usually a sign that it's doing something. Anyway, this one comes on the heels of seeing Picabia at Hauser & Wirth today, which was actually a bit underwhelming (sort of a one-note curation) but nevertheless left me with swirling impressions of bold line and careful overlay. Have also been on a Richard Hamilton kick, and his Five Tyres Remoulded (1971) portfolio seems to be taking up a lot of real estate; a manual on spatial exploration and contradiction. And so I came to a funneling of action, a hollowing out of a vessel, a tidal force in a tiny collision. Looking ahead on the calendar, I now see a small day that looms large.