Museum Exhibitions, Solo Shows

Agnes Martin: A resolutely solitary endeavor

Agnes Martin
Agnes Martin, Little Sister, 1962, oil, ink, and brass, nails on canvas and wood sheet, 25.1 x 24.2 cm. Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York, Gift, Andrew Powie Fuller and Geraldine Spreckels Fuller Collection 2000.40. � 2016 Agnes Martin/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

Running late, I arrived at the press preview for the Agnes Martin retrospective long after all of the other critics and journalists had left. My inefficiency turned out to be a bonus. I had the place to myself, and walking alone up the Guggenheim spiral and following the unwinding of Agnes Martin’s life in art was the perfect way to apprehend what had been for the artist herself a resolutely solitary endeavor.

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Installation view, Agnes Martin, Guggenheim Museum.

Martin’s  austere paintings, with neutral palette and delicate line, are beautifully installed in the Guggenheim’s warm white ramp. Unlike other artists, Martin didn’t find her voice until she was well past forty and she destroyed most of her early work. A few that survived, reminiscent of Gorky and Motherwell and devoid of the light touch and line work for which she is known, are on view. But for the most part, the show consists of her notoriously plain but moving canvases, in which minimal color and simple, hand-drawn pencil lines quietly carry the emotional content.

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Agnes Martin, Untitled #15, 1988, acrylic paint and graphite on canvas, 182.9 x 182.9 cm, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, Gift of The American Art Foundation in honor of Charlotte and Irving Rabb, 1997 � 2016 Agnes Martin/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
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Agnes Martin, Untitled, ca. 1957, oil and graphite on gypsum board, 48 x 72 inches (121.9 x 182.9 cm), Private collection � 2016 Agnes Martin/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
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Agnes Martin, Buds, ca. 1959, oil on canvas, 50 x 50 inches (127 x 127 cm) Titze Collection � 2016 Agnes Martin/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
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Agnes Martin, Mid Winter, ca. 1954, oil on canvas, 83.8 x 121.9 cm, Taos Municipal Schools Historic Art Collection, New Mexico � 2016 Agnes Martin/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

Before the exhibition arrived in New York, Martin’s work was on view at the Tate in London and LACMA in Los Angeles. The reviews for all the iterations of this outstanding show have been predominantly positive, and for the most part each critic suggests that viewers need to spend time with the work.

In the Wall Street Journal, Peter Plagens finds each work uniquely resonant despite the sameness of approach:

The lack of titles makes the poetic resonance in Martin�s art entirely dependent on the visual qualities of the works themselves. And that is where Martin�s genius resides. Her diaphanous grids are neither the hardcore manifestations of logic and repetition that mark the work of such Minimalists as Sol LeWitt and Donald Judd, nor the spiritual atmospherics of such abstractionists as Mark Tobey or Bradley Walker Tomlin. They are instead both�miraculously integrated, as only an artist who built an adobe house for herself and also aspired to empty her mind of thought while painting could do. For all the universality of Martin�s grids, each painting is decidedly particular and individual.

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Agnes Martin, Gratitude, 2001, acrylic and graphite on canvas, 60 x 60 inches (152.4 x 152.4 cm) Glimcher Family Collection � 2016 Agnes Martin/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
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Agnes Martin, Untitled #2, 1992, acrylic and graphite on canvas, 72 x 72 inches (182.9 x 182.9 cm), Private collection � 2016 Agnes Martin/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New Yor

In Los Angeles last summer, LA Times critic Christopher Knight remarked on Martin’s interest in Eastern philosophies:

Martin’s interest in Buddhist and Tao philosophies comes through loud and strong, even though the delicacy of the handmade prints is inescapable. Distractions fall away, equilibrium arrives. Has Zen ever looked quite like this before?”

Ben Davis, a critic at artnet News, felt that the paintings, seen together, reveal Martin’s search for clarity.

As you sit and look into [the paintings], though�which is what you should do�you slowly see in her marks the effort that it took to achieve this level of renunciatory rigor. The result is that each canvas unfolds as a story, the drama of the human mind straining towards a state of clarity. And the movement between each canvas testifies to how such clarity is a process perpetually pursued, not a state finally achieved. They are solitary paintings, maybe, but they communicate beautifully.

In  NY Times Holland Cotter compared Martin to Ad Reinhardt, another artist who approached painting from a philosophical standpoint:

[Martin and Ad Reinhardt] shared in interest in the spiritual utility of art, an interest that, in her case, had distinct, if informal, Buddhist underpinnings. There were other, greater differences. For Reinhardt, art was a speculative, philosophical endeavor with political dimensions. For Martin � who insisted, problematically in my view, that artists should stay out of the world, have no political responsibilities � art was something more basic: a lifesaver. ‘Banish punishing thoughts’ could be the motto of her late career.”

In The Telegraph, Aliastair Sooke wrote that Martin’s paintings are like visual memories.

Her paintings are like residues of things that were once much clearer and more resolved. They function like visual memories: traces of perturbed states of mind that have now passed. Yes, Martin was the mistress of serenity and contemplation � but the tranquility of her art represents the calm following a storm.

Rachel Cooke, who reviewed the show in The Guardian, seems to be the only critic who didn’t see value in Martin’s endeavor. She found the sameness of the canvases boring:

What�s striking about these canvases is the way they�re diminished by being in company with each other. A painting such as Untitled #17 (1980) � hazy stripes of varying widths whose fluttering boundaries are marked in graphite � might hold the interest in isolation: you could get lost in it, like fog. But set among its peers, it disappears. The Islands I-XII (1979) is a group of seven almost-white paintings � each one is marked with some barely discernible pencil lines � that Martin considered a single piece and which the curators deem to be among her �most silent works�. They say this as though it were high praise, but I experienced them as something muffled, frustration and boredom in fierce competition to hurry me from the room.

Holland Cotter worried in his NY Times review that people unaccustomed to abstract art would wonder what to make of Martin’s seemingly simple canvases. He quoted Martin, who suggested that people have to just sit and look, which, in an age as distracted as ours, is undoubtedly one of the hardest things for us to do. What this glorious exhibition makes crystal clear is that the effort is worth making.

Agnes Martin,” curated by Tracey Bashkoff and Tiffany Bell. The Guggenheim Museum, UES, New York, NY. Through January 11, 2016.

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  1. I like that you included press reviews. I’ve seen the exhibition with crowds but was able to get close enough to see the delicate detail.

  2. Reading this after having seen the show, I found it to be a thoughtful blend of the experience, especially the reviews. I saw the one hour film that Agnes made a few years before her passing offered on Fridays. In it she talks, prompted by an interviewer, paints and actually giggles at some of her own thoughts. This was a wonderful prelude to seeing the exhibit. I felt her presence as I viewed this powerful exhibition.

  3. Great write-up, I’m now even more excited to get up to see this show. I also enjoyed the inclusion of the various snippets from reviewers.

  4. great review Ive got to go see the show and yes I liked the inclusion of the other reviews too

  5. I would love to see her work in that exhibition of works by well known artists with labels showing authorship from a fictitious person.

    And then have it reviewed by these well known critics. I wonder what they would say.

    I ask readers, “Who would you like to see reviewed by critics when the authorship has been changed?”

    How would a Pollack be reviewed if it was done by a fictitious ‘Mary Jones’? And with a price tag of under three thousand dollars, would it sell?

    Is some of our conventional wisdom unchallengeable?

  6. More to the point would anyone talk about sylvester stallone painting if he was not sylvester stallone.

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