Went with a friend back to see the Hilma af Klint flower paintings at MoMA and noticed they'd done some Hilma-inspired planting in the sculpture garden. Af Klint's work is more breathtaking on a second pass, and even more confounding her ambidextrous alertness to nature's most delicate forms and the weirdly precise cosmic-anthropomorphic patterns and resonances she discerned "behind them." While these flowers seemed bemused to be approached as vessels of occult revelation, resonant geometries of truth they certainly are.