“Without awareness of beauty, innocence, and happiness, one cannot make works of art.”
Martin’s grids were not about perfection but about presence. She painted the same quiet lines over and over—an act of devotion, not production. Repetition was her way of touching beauty without force.
- What small act of devotion—repeated daily or weekly—could shift your relationship to rest?
- Where in your life does repetition feel grounding rather than tedious?