Agnes Martins signature style was defined by an emphasis upon line, grids, and fields of extremely subtle color. Her paintings are covered in dense, minute and softly delineated graphite grids. They retained small flaws and unmistakable traces of the artist's hand. She favored the personal and spiritual. Her paintings, statements, and influential writings often reflected an interest in Eastern philosophy

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