no. 006 · painting
A curtain you keep wanting to pull
The flowers are the excuse. The painting is really about the blue curtain drawn halfway across them — a curtain that does not exist, that was never hung, that is made entirely of paint pretending to be silk pretending to hide a painting.
Look at the top edge, where the fabric bunches on its rod. Each fold is a separate decision about where the light would catch and where it would fail. The painter knew you would reach to pull it aside, and built the whole picture around that small, doomed impulse.
The highest compliment a painted thing can pay you is to make your hand move before your mind catches up.