Agnes Martin, Wind, 1961

On the first day of the year, I stood before the humming pencil grids of an Agnes Martin canvas at the Columbus Museum of Art. The ancient Greeks believed God was a geometer, but I think she was closer to the mark: “Geometry has nothing to do with it,” said Martin. “It’s all about finding perfection, and perfection can’t be found in something as rigid as geometry. You have to find it elsewhere, in between the lines.”

This seems like a good philosophy for an extreme season.

Black Swan – The Space Between

Repetition Hymns | Past Inside the Present, 2021 | Bandcamp

An early favorite for the year: eighty minutes of gorgeous fuzz and drone. Perfect winter music.

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