Cy Twombly writ by nature?
I really like his work — it is wryly humorous and somehow philosophically very accepting — but that isn’t a very articulate attempt at saying why. Some would think it just scribbles, and laugh.
Agnes Martin’s work, on the other end of the continuum, moves me . And there are those who would not understand that, either.
Somehow the sea grass, stretched out there, reaching for something, parallels a search that I think both of these artists would understand.