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My first memory in New York
10. 1. 1935 - 7. 25. 2013
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Walter De Maria, The New York Earth Room, 1977
My first memory in New York
10. 1. 1935 - 7. 25. 2013
James Turrell, Aten Reign, Guggenheim New York, 2013
There is truth in light.
-James Turrell
James Turrell, Transmission light work, 2008, LACMA, 2013
Convent of San Marco, Florence, 2013
Robert Irwin, Untitled ( Slant/Light/Volume), Walker Art Center, Minneapolis 1971
James Turrell, Meeting, PS1, 1986
Agnes Martin Gallery, Harwood Museum of Art, Taos, 2013
The freedom to allow space to be as important as a mark or a material. That's what I try to achieve in my paintings.
-Agnes Martin
Vincent Van Gogh, Sprig of Flowering Almond Blossom in a Glass, 1888
Wayne Thiebaud, Daffodil, 1980
Gerhard Richter, Lilien, 2000
Fairfield Porter, Flowers by the Sea, 1966
Giorgio Morandi, Fiori, 1950
Edouard Manet, Branche de pivoines blanches et secateur, 1864
Odion Redon, La Coquille, 1912
Michael Graves, Tempietto del Bramante, May 18, 1961
Robert Bechtle, 20th Street VW, 2007
The awareness of not having accomplished anything, and not expecting to accomplish anything in the future, is not so terrible because Tolstoy makes up for all of us.
Concluded Chekhov
-David Markson, The Last Novel
Agnes Martin, Mountain, 1960