Agnes Martin Books

I've shut the door on yesterday, It sorrows and mistakes; I've locked within its gloomy walls Past failures and heartaches And now I throw the key away To seek another room And furnish it with hope and smiles, And every springtime bloom. No thought shall enter this abode That has a hint of pain, And every malice and distrust Shall never therein reign. I've shut the door on yesterday And thrown the key away- Tomorrow holds no doubt for me, Since I have found today.

A l'école de la forêt, Frisson est tout seul. Il voudrait être le copain de quelqu'un ! Mais de qui ? Personne ne veut d'un copain qui pique...

Chefs d'uvre L'exposition d'ouverture du centre Pompidou-Metz.

Meditativní texty a básně americké malířky spojené s uměním minimalartu.