September 10, 2015

When you walk in it feels as if the walls are floating. They’re washed with some sort of pale colour in wide strips. Of course it’s not the walls themselves but a set of square paintings that sort of hover in films of light.


Agnes Martin’s work is ethereal. And I’m not...

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