A glorious Santa Fe day, and even though it is the end of the semester with lots of grading due I decided to take Saturday and enjoy my urban/suburban life here on the Westside.
Even laundry and dry cleaning give satisfaction, but the best was a visit to the nursery. A Moorish garden by definition is walled, and has big blue pots, and roses, as well as an evergreen. I had everything but the last. Now have a dwarf spruce in one of those pots.
Popped in to Lannan Foundation to see the show AGAIN: Repetition, Obsession and Meditation. Agnes Martin grids, and more of the like. Never ceases to intrigue me–visual artists seem to not be afraid of repeating themselves, while writers are. Both have obsessions, but as a poet I tend to try and prune out redundancies–but why?
Here is a piece I love by Danish-Icelandic artist Olafur Eliasson–lighthouses in Iceland, I believe. I wonder if I’ll get to go back–I’m scheming too. Something I long to repeat.