Agnes Martin -- of whom I'd never heard -- and her abstract artwork. Mom and her friends left an exhibit they viewed wondering what was art about it. It seemed to them that anyone could do what Agnes had done. And yet, one of my Mom's best friends seemed deeply moved by the paintings.
Abstract artwork is one of those things that I have a hard time wrapping my head around. Clearly, all I've done this evening is arrange a variety of lines and shapes. If I call it "Penelope Like the Stars," is that where the abstraction lies? What if I simply designate it "Untitled No. 22?"
How do you interpret my vision? What does it say to you? If I told you I was thinking about Mom when I drew it, what would you say?
Perhaps I should call it "Annette in the Desert with Hummingbirds." That'll shake things up.