There is genuinely nothing I like more than Agnes Martin’s grids.
She’s such a bad bitch.
I mean, seriously, she starts thinking of a tree, and makes this:
Can you imagine while EVERYONE ELSE is out there rockin’ those sweet, holographic BFF necklackes from Claire’s, Agnes is just out there giving out graph paper?!
“I dunno what you mean, Shannon, this is what friendship looks like to me!”
(And for all you SERIOUS people out there who are about five seconds away from getting in a tizzy regarding my calling Martin’s work graph paper, you can all relax. Her work is powerful, mathematical, and mystifying.)