
W hole

This painting shows the view through the window of Morandi’s now-renowned studio in Bologna, a sacred place for his artistic production. Morandi’s growing inclination toward abstraction is evidenced in this 1954 work by its distinct dividing line: the imposing presence of a light-colored wall, which occupies nearly half of the left side of the painting. The wall serves only to animate the right side of the work.
A brilliant constraint and framing.
Our “present” does not extend throughout the universe. It is like a bubble around us.
How far does this bubble extend? It depends on the precision with which we determine time. If by nanoseconds, the present is defined only over a few meters; if by milliseconds, it is defined over thousands of kilometers. As humans, we distinguish tenths of a second only with great difficulty; we can easily consider our entire planet to be like a single bubble where we can speak of the present as if it were an instant shared by us all.
‘Is there anything you would not give me?’ she had once asked.
‘Nothing,’ he had said, instantly. ‘There is nothing.’
For some reason, she had kept looking at him, and had waited.
‘Well,’ he had said, clearing his throat. ‘Maybe the land. I wouldn’t want to give you the land.’
Have you ever had a great day? The kind of day so great it imbues every single sad or boring or terrible day that came before it with deep meaning because from where you stand on this great day, all those days were secretly leading to this one?