White by Ellsworth Kelly

The title is literal, yet the implications ripple outward. This is White, by Ellsworth Kelly. A study in purity, it dares to be nothing but itself. A square of unmodulated white, it is both object and void. The edges are crisp, the surface unbroken. No texture distracts, no variation in tone. It is the absence that becomes presence, the silence that speaks. In a room with natural light, it changes with the hours. Morning sun gives it energy; evening shadows lend it depth.