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“…..This is entirely wrong. This is the wrong way, facing the wrong way. Try not to think me me. I beg you. Believe me you will never have any power. If other people did not bring their inspirations to bear on your work, your work would be dead and you would be nothing.” – Agnes Martin (from her journal, page 16)
The publication entitled “Agnes Martin: paintings, writings, remembrances“ includes Martin’s previously unpublished writings and lecture notes, which vividly illuminate her art. Letters and facsimiles are reprinted in Martin's own hand, and cut to notebook size, adding an element of intimacy for the reader. (From the publisher’s note)
Agnes Martin : paintings, writings, remembrances [compiled and edited] by Arne Glimcher. Martin, Agnes, 1912-2004 London ; New York : Phaidon Press, 2012. English 2012 HOLLIS number: 990137678550203941
"morbid mementos archived in my soul" aka the difficulty to let go even if you know that would be good for you. A spread in an art journal I call The Little Pain Book.
Should I just start reposting my IG stuff here too? Tumblr's version of a messy hellsite is kinda nicer than IG hellscape. If I can figure out a way to edit posts before crossposting that would be grand.
Current #journals from the top, B6 day to a page from 2018 that I dot pointed the day, A5 random notebook I'm expanding the dot points in, A5 Kmart 2022 day to page journal, dot pointing the day in that, A5 ALDI 2021 journal that I just use to write down any dreams I have that I remember and the one on the bottom I'm not sure where I got it from now but it's a 2019 A5, and I write down all the syncronicities that I notice. I used to have heaps more but I had to scale down cos I just couldn't keep up with it lol. Can barely keep up with these ones but I'm managing for now haha. #journaling #journal #journalcollection #journalporn #journalsideview #journalinspiration #journalcommunity #journaladdict #journaldaily #journaleveryday #journalgram #journallove #journalnotes #journaltherapy #journalwriting #journalbenefits https://www.instagram.com/p/ChUSmP7PmLz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Let's not hide, but discuss our treasures. Same goes for pressure.
do i even have friends?
Autumn is coming
I haven’t mentioned yet how happy I am about our season coming into view
Fall is our season and you know if you are of this season when it comes because of how it comes for you —
We of the autumnal equinox are of a special blood— Fall does not feel like loss the way it does for the others when summer has run on too long and finally crawls under the mountains for rest— we are reawakened tingly
And I do confess I am feeling Summer’s outstayed-welcome deeper this year because I’m in Albuquerque and the days here carry a sensation of running longer much more still than anywhere else I have ever been a horizontal eternal stillness of time and space if you will... oh you unmoved Sun!!!
I have felt like crying under this ambivalent dispassionate brightness many times gazing upward at this Albuquerque sky— this empty snow globe arching its back across the desert Mesa— ABQ — arching arching severing this part of the West and hoarding this land selfishly under its own belly no matter what anyone else says about it— you arch arch your hungry sky over our heads— your brute leviathan sky inhaling our brown skin with your last thrift store breath—
Please believe me this sky will have us— it will have us be her children forever— Albuquerque
This land is a wide open ladle... yes if I were ever to follow the local fashion of south western landscape art-making then this would be my landscape prose description about Albuquerque— at the end of summer... tired and dry and detained too—
yes detained in a military time capsule with miles-long of unpopulated mid century strip mall boulevards... a Post A-Bomb economy that dissipated— Post Los Alamos— Post Roswell— Post Breaking Bad Pop-Cult relevance and completely surrounded by a Rose Quartz horizon that I can’t help but adore
Albuquerque— with its publicly subsidized low balling private sector architecture— just imagine Los Angeles in 1973– had Los Angeles been deployed of the majority of its people— evacuated by 75% of its population — only no one ever evacuated Albuquerque
ohhhhh goddess when is your crisp autumnal chill coming in where and when is it coming here I miss it so but at least the light is changing and shifting I see it in the mornings lately more pronounced and palpable it’s coming in and your tone the axis of your hue is turning
Our season is nigh
— Jessie Sandoval
journal writings from a Tropical Rainforest Monkey in Pueblo Land
Wrote this during the weekend. It is yet another poem I've been writing. I'm looking forward for this coming long weekend to write more. #journal #journaling #writings #writing #poem #poems #poetry #ayujournal #ayujaded #bnottee #journalwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/BxZ0dIMpGhg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xoylmnnjt4rm