James Turrell at the Guggenheim
daylilies: in tonight's salad, on Dolly's velvet head, along upstate country roads
Graham Greene's A Sort of Life, which I can't believe I'm only now just reading
Tom Waits on John Baldessari
A reminder from Our Patron Saint of bigBANG, Agnes Martin:
There are so many people who don’t know what they want. And I think that, in this world, that’s the only thing you have to know — exactly what you want. … Doing what you were born to do … That’s the way to be happy.