Quiet Is The New Loud

Respect to the artist Agnes Martin, who has died aged 92. By all accounts she was still painting up a storm at least up until last year. I don't, as they say, know much about art, but I know what I like. For some time now the National Gallery of Australia has had two of her paintings up, which I have been drawn back to time and time again (except when I was momentarily distracted by the recently acquired Gerhard Richter, mentioned here a while ago). Both paintings are so minimal as to be almost blank canvases, and yet they have a power all their own. I had never heard of Agnes Martin until Adrienne's mum mentioned her in conversation one day. Then she kept appearing wherever I turned. Isn't that always the way?