Whilst reading Agnes Martin last night I realized that the concept of “perfection” (which only exists in the mind, and not in nature) may very well be a form of (in)sanity. A collective mental illness.
The excerpt that trigger the realization went something like this:
The Greeks made a great discovery. They discovered that in Nature there are no perfect circles or straight lines or equal spaces. Yet they discovered that their interest and inclination was in the perfection of circles and lines, and that in their minds they could see them and that they were then able to make them. They realized that the mind knows what the eye has not seen but that what the mind knows is perfection.
(From Agnes Martin, Writings. Essay: “What We Do Not See If We Do Not See“)
I see this:
I read this:
I love this: