Untitled (sfp94-99, Sff.) by Sam Francis

Cobalt bleeds into ivory, a slow collision of pigment. Sam Francis’s *Untitled (sfp94-99, Sff.)* refuses stillness. Thin washes pool at the edges, while thicker strokes scrawl like dried ink. The white isn’t empty—it’s a pause, a breath between the blue’s insistence. A single ochre smear near the bottom anchors the chaos, a quiet rebellion against symmetry. Hang it where morning light lingers, above a low sofa or beside a narrow hallway. It won’t ask for attention, just space to breathe.