Sublime- the paintings of Agnes Martin

Just finished reading an essay by Yvonne Rand titled,  "Seeing".  In it she describes spending an hour with an Agnes Martin painting.  I surfed around looking at photos of Martin's paintings and longing to spend my own hour with her works, even one of them.  For now I must content myself with the energy generated by seeing photos into aliveness in the mind's eye and experiencing the sensations in the body.  The word that comes to mind is sublime.  I'll rest in that one. 

Some years ago I saw a Martin work in the San Francisco MOMA.  Spent a good part of the day there with my ex-husband John whose name I kept because it was more interesting and romantic than either my maiden name or my first husband's name.  Seeing art, watching movies and good television,  and listening to music was more fulfilling than being married to him, bless his heart.  

I realized I didn't have to be married to the man to enjoy a conversation with him which is where we started- having stimulating conversations in a retreat center kitchen while I prepared lunch for the staff of twelve and he ate his breakfast at the big wooden prep table.

Writing this while listening to Beth Orton- I love her voice and musical sensibilities.

Need to stop while I can still type a sentence.