I pictured the 92 - year - old Martin, a solid, elderly hermit with boyish hair, standing in a sublime, light -
infused painting studio filled with iconic, extremely reductive canvases.
Fury -
infused depictions of political figures melded with phallic symbolism underneath soft palettes of gold built over neon
paints she has been squeezing from tubes of thrown out containers across her
studio space... mantra captions being bull dozed by vehicles of destruction, knives followed by chaotic colorful scratching...