Mental Illness

Agnes Martin at Tate Modern : Part 1

I came across the writing of the painter Agnes Martin when I was an art student 25 years ago; and remember how captivated I was by her strange meditative phrases leading my mind away from meaning and towards something more feelable. I was in the presence of someone who had realised something hidden about being human that I had not yet found. I remember how spacious her words felt to me, as if I was breathing clean air again after being stuck in a claustrophobic room.

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