The eye enjoys waving and serpentine lines like in winding walks or meandering rivers. It sweeps along the graceful lines as if it were riding a wave.
Feet I Like (Israeli Glass 2015)
And like the surfer needs to taste the peculiarity of the wave before he will be taken away, the mind takes pleasure in the chase of waving lines. Sometimes you can sail on merely with the lines of grace and beauty.
Chasing Lines (Lawrence Weiner)
Esther Pinck, Still-Life with Curtains
A Little Poem on Still-life With A Teapot
All those apples and apricots, oranges, pears –
I don’t really know if they are.
I am looking at silence.
The line of beauty does not even whisper.
Somebody leans on my shoulder:
“T’was me, I came along accidentally and took a bite.”
Who is he? Must be Adam, smiling at an apple.
Matthias Brandes, Still-life With Teapot, 1983 (oil on canvas)