A room full of Bonnard paintings at Centre Pompidou, an afternoon of looking, and a shift in understanding that never fully settled. This is how Paris changed the way I think about color — not as surface, but as structure.
Meeting Fields didn't feel like encountering a distant figure from art history. It felt grounded, human. He wasn't performing the role of "artist." He was simply someone who had spent a lifetime looking, really looking, at color, and following it as far as it could go.
A personal reflection on the Hilma af Klint exhibition at the Guggenheim — on the presence of her abstract paintings, the architecture of one of the world’s great museums, and what her conviction as an artist means to my own practice.