Couldn't you just sit and look at these for hours? Rothko's painting are so meditative and introspective. The colors draw you in, tell a story, and create a sense of depth. True beauty.
on view at the National Gallery of Art
Washington, DC
Many years ago I was spending a summer in London as a teaching assistant for a film program at the British Film Institute. I spent as much time as possible going to museums and galleries. And if you've been to London, you know there are no shortages of either. It is a glorious city for art, among other things (I'm a big fan, you see). One day I was at the Tate and wandered into a dark, wine-colored room. It was long and narrow, the light was low and it was filled with these remarkable Rothko paintings, all dark shades of red and black and other deep, saturated hues. It was as if you had stepped into a temple, a place to worship. And indeed I did. I worshipped at the altar of Mark Rothko and have ever since.
I don't recall which Rothko paintings I saw that day at the Tate. Maybe some were of the Seagram murals, maybe not. But seeing these at the National Gallery in DC brought back the memory of that day in London. A beautiful memory. I sat in front of those works and worshipped once again.
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