An older book of mine was left open on a page with three paintings– One by Terry Winters, one by Ross Bleckner and one by Susan Rothenberg. I left it open on my dresser for a few days to think about them. All three painters were a big deal for me as an undergraduate. And all of them are still influential, in their way. But Bleckner is especially long-lasting for inspiration. His paintings are biological and mineral and sonic. They hum and glow inside a space that could be vast and miniature at once. Also very memorable is a published page from a sketchbook of his where two images are juxtaposed: the back of a young man with acne and a shot of a galaxy. As you can imagine, the forms and arrangement are similar, and I love the mental flip of that choice. I love that it beautifies something we normally perceive as unattractive, and I love that it connects the phenomena that occur at every scale and on every surface of the natural world, echoing and folding like so many origami mysteries.