The window to the Turbine Hall, Tate Modern, reminds me of an Agnes Martin
As I stood in front of her works in her recent exhibition at the Tate I thought:
The Stars were and are like that, somehow. The Sea and Gratitude are like that, precisely, point for point and line for line. Here is a genius that transcends all previous attempts to capture beauty through art. She understands that beauty and nature cannot be trapped, nor can the complexity of their underlying symmetry be seen or understood. She shortcuts, with immeasurable generosity, to the harmony and ecstasy that can only be experienced through complete negation – shapes, curves, colours are all byproducts of the truth. Truth is infinitely simple and, being true, it is infinite.
It is the function of the artist to evoke the experience of surprised recognition: to show the viewer what he knows but does not know that he knows. (William Burroughs)
‘My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is known forever in the mind.’
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St. Paul's Churchyard, St. Paul's Cathedral, London EC4M 8AD, UK