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If I close my eyes at any point during the day, under any circumstance, I can clearly visualise images that have been etched into my memory. Sometimes they are important ones that bring comfort, that are capable of transporting us to a moment in our lives that makes us feel safe. I like to think of them as a sort of vital pedestal; a base to lean on for support in order to carry on walking. – Juan Canela, Walking with Images, August 2017

laterpost 1973. Michael Craig-Martin

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Options open to painting have in the recent past appeared to be extremely limited. It was not that everything had been done, it was rather that the impulses to create which had functioned in the past were no longer urgent or even the one-to-one relationship experienced in representing a scene or figure in paint – none of these acts was credible in the way it once had been. Abstraction appeared to have been used up; expression through shape and color was very familiar and had become meaningless. The process of flattening out the canvas had reached an end; Formalist painting has soaked color into the canvas and moved shape to the edge presenting an almost but not quite unbroken field. We no longer believed in the transcendency of paint and saw little reason to use the form of painting for making art. In the middle sixties surprise had been expressed that I was still using a brush. – Marcia Hafif, Beginning Again, Artforum, 1978

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Agnes Martin, Writings / Schriften (English and German Edition), Kunstmuseum Winterthur and Edition Cantz, 1991

laterpost 1982. Laurie Anderson

Karin Sander. Kunst

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