‘Mondrian, if your strength can save me, it would be like a raw steak placed over this painful eye so it can see again as quickly as possible and can face this sometimes unbearable truth: the artist is a lonely person.,”—
Letter to Lygia Clark, 2014
My dearest, I couldn’t resist. I am here again in front of “Contra Relevo” 1959, Industrial Paint of wood. How I crave the open space: right lower triangle expanding out to the wall. Penetrating, the white below the left black diamond half. Only a think white layer differentiates the two blacks. One dark one envy another burnt ashes. A harmonious expansion as one steps forward to find the black layers below sandwiched by ivory boards. We are part of the accordion of architectural canavas. We are alone in our own space.