Dreams In Color.

When Megan and I went to Dia:Beacon two summers ago, we spent what felt like hours staring at Agnes Martin's ethereal pastels, which reminded us of sun-faded fabric and the beach. If we looked at this every day, a man nearby wondered aloud, would we start to dream in these colors? I thought about that when I spotted Toshitaka Aoyagi's Color project on Another this weekend. The installations are made using white shelves with neon accents applied in such a way that the surfaces look lit from below, like a sunrise.

More from the artist on Behance, here. More about Color on The Fox Is Black.

And while we're at it, here's a quote from Agnes Martin that I stumbled on yesterday in my googling and loved: My paintings have neither object nor space nor line nor anything - no forms. They are light, lightness, about merging, about formlessness, breaking down form. You wouldn’t think of form by the ocean. You can go in if you don’t encounter anything. A world without objects, without interruption, making a work without interruption or obstacle. It is to accept the necessity of the simple direct going into a field of vision as you would cross an empty beach to look at the ocean. More here, and here, and here.

Recommended Reading / 28.

Every Monday, words to start the week. 

This week, courtesy of MAD: Danish chef René Redzepi of Noma chats over tea with 89-year-old sushi sage Jiro Ono. When asked how many years it took before he reached master status, Ono says, "Let's say it's 50." Five-zero? asks Redzepi. "There is a lot of failure before that," Ono continues. "You go through failures and successes and more failures for years until it feels like you have achieved what you had in mind the whole time." Did you ever want to stop? "No. Never. I never considered that question. The only question was, 'how can I get better?'"

Find the video in its entirety below, and read more about MAD, here. Photo: Magnolia Pictures.

A few more, just because:

-Stories behind airport codes.
-Scott Blake's hole-punch flipbooks.
-From the food diary of a poet: "I sip a mug of kratom tea, which is a legal vitamin that makes music sound better to people. It also makes you very hungry. Under its influence, I wolf an enormous turkey sandwich while listening to Brain Salad Surgery and become one with the glittering cosmos. My mouth glistens with a galaxy of mayonnaise. Turkey is...a dinosaur, I think, disoriented, and fall asleep dreaming of myself flying a pturkeydactyl so close to the sun that it becomes perfectly roasted and embraces me with a pair of enormous brown drumsticks. Food is truly a miracle."

More recommended reading, here. Have a lovely Monday.

Non-Career Advice: Kisha Bari.

Non-Career Advice is a series that asks people - young, old, and in a range of occupations - for words of wisdom unrelated to work, career-building, dollars, or getting ahead.

Kisha Bari / Photographer

Also: Singer / dancer / self-taught surfer

Age: 34

Let your gut lead, always. "I think with my heart — I've never been one to use my head. Before I left Australia for New York, my best friend took me to dinner and tried to help lay a plan for me to make it in America. And I said to him, 'My only plan is to approach things with excitement, even if it doesn't make me any money.' This hasn't always been the smartest move financially — there have been times when I've only had enough in my account to pay my rent and nothing else — but that's  okay. You can't be creative without a range of experiences, good or bad. And five years later, I'm still here, so something must be working. 

That said, I'm open to change, too — I'm getting older; I have a partner now. I realize I can't always jump off cliffs when I'm not sure what's at the bottom. But change is part of the adventure. And choosing to follow adventure means I'm still living according to what makes me happy, no matter what. I'm not the most logical thinker, but that makes perfect sense to me."

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Thanks so much, Kisha. More from the Non-Career Advice series, here. Photo by Krzysztof Jestem.

Jumping Japanese.

Yuki Aoyama's stereotype-shattering photos of jumping Japanese businessmen — some of them pictured alongside their school-aged daughters — are nothing short of perfect. (They're also the subject of a book published last year, entitled Daughter and Solaryman.) See more on the artist's website, here.

Recommended Reading / 27.

Every Monday, words to start the week. 

This week, via White Columns: notes on a gallery exhibition called "Margret: Chronicle of an Affair — May 1969 to December 1970." Composed of photos, writings, and various items found abandoned in a briefcase in Germany, the show chronicles a true life "secret love story" that took place between a 39-year-old businessman and his 24-year-old secretary over the span of 19 months. Featured odds and ends include fingernail clippings, napkins, birth control packets, and a flood of photographs: Margret in bed; Margret on the telephone; Margret in her underwear, lost in thought under a shock of copper-colored curls. Says White Columns, "The collection seems to reverberate with the practices of artists such as Sophie Calle, where the viewer often finds themselves in a conflicted space, exposed to their own voyeurism." 

Having just purchased The Folded Clock — a personal diary kept by the writer Heidi Julavitz over the course of two years — I'm intrigued.

Three more, just because:

-The lunar cycle, as depicted using 450 partially-bitten cookies.

-Income inequality is visible from space.

-All the unpredictability of a disposable camera — on your iPhone.

More recommended reading, here. Have a very happy Monday.