Composition is an absolute mystery. It is dictated by the mind. The artist searches for certain sounds or lines that are acceptable to mind and finally an arrangement of them that is acceptable.
Agnes Martin, Beauty is the Mystery of Life, 1969
This Rain, 1960
I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things ...
... that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind —of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium.
458mn is a stunning computer generated version of the romanticized sequence of mating snails from the documentary "Microcosmos", that bids goddbye to any possible cuteness of that image.
You'll never look at love making snails the same way again!
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“To paint involves a certain crisis, or at least a
Cy Twombly, 1957
critical moment of sensation or release.”
Cy Twombly’s desk (Photo by David Seidner from Artists at Work)
Cy Twombly, whose spare, childlike scribbles and poetic engagement with antiquity left him stubbornly out of step with the movements of postwar American art even as he became one of the era’s most important painters, died on Tuesday in Rome. He was 83.