Wonderful to have the opportunity to
see again those of Agnes Martin's paintings that I have seen
previously that I liked the most, and the least, at the Tate Modern
retrospective, alongside a comprehensive sampling of her entire life
in painting. The grey paintings that I have also seen at the Pace
Gallery in New York still fascinate in the way they interrogate the
difference between even and uneven (an uneven number of lines gives a
horizon in the middle of the painting, an even number does not),
bounded and unbounded (is a line the edge of an area or an area in
its own right?). This latter aspect is made explicit in the 1973
series of screenprints, On a Clear Day.
The paintings I have liked least in the past are the pastel-coloured
works of the 1980s; to paint horizontal bars in the faded colours of
the American flag and not take into account the possible political
connotations seems to exemplify the worst of Martin's apoliticism.
Yet in the context of the rest of her work I find myself softening my
view: I still think it is a failing, but I now trust more her
inability to see things in such a way. There are also startling
revelations to be found in works both very early (the sculptures –
so emphatic in their thingness)
and very late (Homage to life
– perspective suddenly and monumentally makes, not a comeback, but
a first appearance in any of her mature work).
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