Thinking about how to speak, what I want to say
how to write
what atmosphere to write with
what I'm actually doing
I've always done the same thing
looking at Eva Hesse - she defied description or categorization.
Agnes Martin too.
And Mona Hatoum gets to go whatever she wants, and it's stunning and shocking and cruel and cutting.
Our interpretation of Heaven and Earth - both illusions, both reflecting themselves through us
Anger and Stillness
Anger and Anger
Stillness and Stillness
I want to read all the time