by Sandra G, January 1, 2010 3:51 PM
This book taught me so much about the value of slowness, in art-making and in perception itself. Its subject isn't really Irwin's art products or his technical processes. Instead, Weschler brilliantly arranges the surrounding biographical and philosophical factors that inform Irwin's techniques, while allowing Irwin's sharp speaking style to breathe in the text. All of the frustration and surprise and slow deliberation of the artist's life and methods become palpable. And, even though I don't agree with a lot of what this very masculine SoCal minimalist has to say, his perspective is incredibly energizing.