Matthew Jeffrey Abrams does something in this book that’s harder than it sounds: he talks about Stanley Whitney’s paintings in the only way they can be talked about – by way of attentive and prolonged looking.
Every time I look through the amount of work I’ve produced, which in digitally accessible form is mostly since 2006, I realize what an insane person I’ve been. If I could afford to take a few years off, it might do me some good, but on some level, I must feel that I have to be productive and ‘perfect’ in order to be worthy. Sad.
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