5 July 2026
Airframe (working title): an opening coinciding with a slamming, a gust of fresh air and momentum, light clipping edges, more delimitation but 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 (curation kind of one-note) but nevertheless left me with swirling impressions of bold line and calculated overlay. Have also been on a Richard Hamilton kick, and his Five Tyres Remoulded (1971) portfolio seems to be stuck in my mind; a manual on spatial exploration and contradiction and somehow transcending intention while declaring it. And so I came to a painting of a funneling of action, a hollowing of a vessel, a tidal force bottlenecked into a tiny collision under an intimate architecture. Looking ahead, I now see a small square of a day that looms large, its origami structure gradually unfolding.