
Autumn Rhythm (Number 30)
Pollock worked on the floor and moved around the canvas instead of standing at an easel, laying black enamel across raw cotton in 1950.

Pollock worked on the floor and moved around the canvas instead of standing at an easel, laying black enamel across raw cotton in 1950.

Malevich hung it high in the corner where a Russian house keeps its icons, and called it the zero of form.

Kandinsky made more than thirty studies for this and then painted the four-meter canvas in three days, apocalypse dissolved past recognition.

Eight ragged dark blue poles lean across the poured web and give it a beat. Australia's purchase in 1973 caused a national row.

A critic at the 1913 Armory Show called it an explosion in a shingle factory, and the insult followed the painting around America.

Fourteen near-black panels in an octagonal room, where your eyes adjusting to the dark is the point. Rothko died before it opened.

Mondrian broke his own grid into blinking squares after moving to New York, where he loved the traffic and the jazz.

De Kooning dragged the figure back into abstract painting at the moment that was least acceptable, and worked this canvas over for two years.

Black lines, white ground, three primary colors and nothing else. Mondrian spent decades taking painting down to this and called it Neo-Plasticism.

Circles, triangles and floating lines arranged with the precision of a score. Kandinsky painted it while teaching at the Bauhaus, his storms over.

Hooks and curves fill the canvas edge to edge with no center to rest on, and teeth and jaws keep surfacing out of the mass.

Colored bars drift at diagonals across a white void with no ground under them, which Malevich meant as pure feeling and nothing else.

Soft-edged bands of color stacked one above another, hovering slightly off the surface. Rothko wanted you to stand close and stay a while.

Black, white, red and blue flung edge to edge with nowhere for the eye to settle. The Cold War made it a symbol of American freedom.

A black figure with a red dot for a heart falls through blue, cut from paper because Matisse could no longer stand at an easel.

Two rectangles with feathered edges, built from thin washes so the color seems lit from behind rather than laid on.

Black skeins and floating patches of color with nothing recognizable in it at all. Kandinsky thought painting could work on you like music.

Pure blue interrupted by a line of black dots and one short red bar. Miró late in life, having thrown almost everything out.

Black bars crossing a white ground, enlarged from small ink sketches so the speed and weight of the arm survive the scaling up.

The Bauhaus grids and circles have given way to floating amoebas. Kandinsky in Paris at the end, inventing a biology instead.