Description
Taking a closer look at the details, the painting presents a tactile and personal interaction between the artist, their work and an implied third party. The horizontal lines of varying colors are assertive and deliberate, each stripe a distinct choice in hue, contributing to a vibrant contrast against the black background. The central feature of the painting is a vertical line that looks like it has been carved through the wet layers of paint with a finger, an act that feels both intimate and disruptive.
The presence of a well-manicured finger’s trail, evident from the top to the bottom of the canvas, introduces a human element to the abstract. At the bottom of this vertical disturbance, the tip of the finger and the shape of the fingernail are recognizable, suggesting a violent intrusion into the otherwise methodical stripes. This personal touch signifies a deliberate act, one that adds narrative and emotional weight to the painting.
The action implied by the title, “Why did you fuck up my black painting?” combined with the visible trace of a finger, suggests a story of intervention — perhaps an impulse or a statement made by another person. It speaks to a moment of contact between creation and an interloper, a singular movement that leaves a permanent mark. The result is a piece that is not only visual but also one that invites reflection on the notions of intention, perfection, malevolence and the beauty of imperfection.
Title : Why Did You Fuck Up My Black Painting?
Type : Oil on canvas
Size : 50 * 60 cm
Year : 2020
