By Its Cover
The joy of going with your instincts
I’m not a big museum-goer. Twice a year maybe. I seldom go
to the galleries in Chelsea. More out of inertia than anything else. Or maybe I just like to look at art in books
more than I like walking around rooms of art.
I like to read about artists. Especially if they live in
places like New Mexico, off by themselves.
Agnes Martin fills that bill perfectly.
This book was everything I was looking for, everything the design of its
cover implied. Now I’m looking forward
to the big show of her work coming to the Guggenheim in the fall.
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