Agnes Martin, Untitled (Perfect Day),
c. 1993-1994, acrylic on linen, 60 1/16 in. x 60 1/16 in., Gift of the Artist.
Photograph: © Collection of the Harwood Museum of Art, Taos, New Mexico
c. 1993-1994, acrylic on linen, 60 1/16 in. x 60 1/16 in., Gift of the Artist.
Photograph: © Collection of the Harwood Museum of Art, Taos, New Mexico
Cradled on the mountain I can rest
Solitude and freedom are the same
under every fallen leaf
Others do not really exist in solitude, I do not exist
no thinking of others even when they are there, no interruption
a mystic and a solitary person are the same
Night, shelterless, wandering
I, like the deer, looked
finding less and less
living is grazing
memory is chewing cud
wandering away from everything
giving up everything
not me anymore, any of it
retired ego, wandering
on the mountain
no more conquests, no longer an enemy to anyone
ego retired, wandering
no longer a friend, master, slave
all the opposites dead to the world and himself unresponsible
perhaps I can now really enjoy sailing
adventure in the dark
very exciting
—Agnes Martin, ‘The Untroubled Mind’
Solitude and freedom are the same
under every fallen leaf
Others do not really exist in solitude, I do not exist
no thinking of others even when they are there, no interruption
a mystic and a solitary person are the same
Night, shelterless, wandering
I, like the deer, looked
finding less and less
living is grazing
memory is chewing cud
wandering away from everything
giving up everything
not me anymore, any of it
retired ego, wandering
on the mountain
no more conquests, no longer an enemy to anyone
ego retired, wandering
no longer a friend, master, slave
all the opposites dead to the world and himself unresponsible
perhaps I can now really enjoy sailing
adventure in the dark
very exciting
—Agnes Martin, ‘The Untroubled Mind’
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