The nothing rose (with the crimson word we sang), 2026
Oil on Canvas
90.5 x 63 in
230 x 160 cm
US $ 15,400
Heavy black arcs hook together at their elbows into one looping outline, thick as rope. Inside it, red forms scatter across a pale field, each bitten into a crescent by overlapping white discs, with three small green rings among them. Beige blades fan below. Turquoise streaks flick at the left edge, and slivers of yellow catch along the black. The mood is ornate and festive, with something fierce in it, and every element keeps its own tempo.
Heavy black arcs hook together at their elbows into one looping outline, thick as rope. Inside it, red forms scatter across a pale field, each bitten into a crescent by overlapping white discs, with three small green rings among them. Beige blades fan below. Turquoise streaks flick at the left edge, and slivers of yellow catch along the black. The mood is ornate and festive, with something fierce in it, and every element keeps its own tempo.
The outline looks assembled from separate turns, each arc ending at a cusp where the next begins. Above, the red is cut more than painted; every shape is made by subtraction. Below, pale beige blades repeat one another, nearly erased, and the weight sits high.
The white discs act like an instrument, one bite repeated across the red with mechanical regularity. Roberto Caracciolo sets the black arcs crossing that order at another scale and speed. The encounter also drives the paintings of Jacqueline Humphries, where gestural marks meet the grid and other geometric structures.
