These days, I really like Kenneth Noland. For a long time, I just didn't get his work. It left me cold. But I guess it stuck with me and finally sank in, because I saw one recently and something clicked. I thought to myself, that's it. All of a sudden, they worked for me and I wasn't worried about how or why anymore (although, if push came to shove, I think I could start to say how and why). In a way, it's like the last elegant spasm of high modernist art, and there's a certain beauty in that too.