my all-time favorite writer peter schjeldahl tells it like it is in a recent profile for the new yorker on polish artist kazimir malevich. i’ve been repeating the last sentence over in my head for a few hours now, the perfect end to such a poignant piece of work – and i quote – “attaining a sort of exit velocity, his pictures send imagination tumbling into heady infinity.” trop fort!!! to read the condensed version of the article go HERE