Untitled 1972

Sol LeWitt made this square of teeming marks with graphite on paper. I can feel the artist's hand in this. I bet he really enjoyed making all those tiny marks. I can almost see him at his desk, making one mark at a time, each one individual but also part of a larger thing. Maybe he was thinking about how things are made of smaller parts, like how a city is made of people, or a painting is made of strokes. What a meditative process! Think about the texture, like a field of tiny particles all vibrating together. It almost looks like a swarm, or maybe even a digital screen up close. I can imagine Agnes Martin appreciating this. Sometimes I think artists are in dialogue across time, like they are all talking to each other through their art. Each one building on what came before, adding their own little mark to the conversation.