Untitled 1970

Nasreen Mohamedi made this drawing sometime before 1990 with ink on paper. I look at this and think how meditative the making of it must have been. Can you imagine? I see all these horizontal lines, straight and consistent, marching across the page. But they’re not alone. There are diagonals, slashing through the calm of the grid, disrupting the peace. Some are long, and some are short, like a dance across the surface. I think of Agnes Martin. There's a sense of movement that reminds me of water or light shimmering. You can feel her hand in every stroke, every mark. The texture isn't just on the surface; it’s in the rhythm. I can almost feel the scratch of the nib on the page, the ink bleeding slightly into the paper. Artists are always responding to each other across time, finding new ways to see and feel. And isn't that the point? To keep the conversation going, to keep pushing, keep exploring, and keep making.