I am watching this: Gerhard Richter on Beauty
As is common with my flibbertegibbet mind, I spun off in one frame. He was talking wisely and the video showed a long plank with wet paint along its length. Richter, I believe now paints with these giant two handed boards and perhaps this was paint waiting to be applied. I don’t know. But instead of listening to Richter, I looked at the paint. Texture. It was thick and rich. I didn’t want to touch it so much as enter it and feel its creamy wetness and thickness merging with the molecules of my physical being.
Back to Richter on Beauty.