Agnes Martin “29/XI/99 10.15.A.M. Lying 40 cm above the ground. Under the umbrella between the house and the beach. Rush of waves is soft. Now and then it seems to stop, as if the waves only rolled in occasionally. Eave one could be the last. Continuous, rhythmic thought on the edge, leaving its course open, postponing it, suspending it. At night you hear the dotted line of the edge, the dotted, interrupted pattern.” - Anselm Kiefer, Notebooks
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