Richter's Beauty's Dialectical Other

I never quite get over watching the footage of Richter painting. In his wearing a European outfit, not dissimilar to you with no smock, no apron, no paint on his clothes. Something that squeegee with all that precision, and then basically going and smearing it like there's something object about the smearing. He always appears to be in control. And yet there's something I find always regressive in the smeared. Does that hold any dialectical tension for you with beauty in that regard? Because I don't know if I really, I mean I find the colors beautiful. But this means I'm not an enlightenment subject. I'm probably not an enlightenmentsubject