“Martin has captured the longing I feel when I think of the blues of distances I cannot close, and in putting it somewhere where I can see it, has closed the distance. Somewhere in there, too: a little joy, tempering all that wanting. It soothes my anxieties about replication, about what I fear is the ultimate failure of communication. For that’s something I’ve always worried about in art—that I keep making things that don’t mean what I want them to mean.”
Agnes Martin, Untitled, 1965
Review by Larissa Pham, The Paris Review. Read the full review
Filed under soulful and touching. Added by Ghislaine on 14 October 2026.