Mary Alice, Peggi’s mom, gave me a book that she had read about in the Wall Street Journal for Christmas. Twenty years later “Pictures of Nothing” by Kirk Varnedoe is still one of my favorite art books. He describes Agnes Martin’s work as “utterly incorporeal: no body. . . at the other end of abstraction and yet not at all cerebral. . . thoroughly dependent on sensory and sensual experience.”
“Agnes Martin,” currently on view at Pace in Chelsea is stunning. You can’t prepare your self for it but you can take the experience with you. We started our experience by watching the short movie with Agnes Martin that Pace was showing in a side gallery. It was closer to a meditation. She tells us how she finds beauty and how that is enough. And although people say she was a mystic, she says she is not.
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