Seeing is forgetting the name of the thing one sees

I just finished reading Lawrence Weschler's biography of Robert Irwin. Annie Hogan recommended it to me when I expressed my interest in perception. I'd like to recommend it to everyone... the book, which is really more of a direct conversation with Irwin, lays out the steady progression of his life through different stages. At one point while he was traveling through Europe he even decided to just live in seclusion in Ibiza for eight months. He was tremendously focused and dedicated to his work, constantly creating questions, always asking more of himself. He was also not afraid to simply drop everything and try thinking in a new light. His artwork is really his perception itself, and how he has altered his perception through experimentation. Although it seems a little contradictory to Irwin's aesthetic philosophy to post an image of his work,