
i saw my first rothko at moma, nyc in 1987. transfixed ever after i wondered what it was that, seemingly so simple, held my attention, kept it and had me imagining it with eyes closed hours (and days) later... or maybe i was just staring at the sun.
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There's a really great discussion of Rothko in one of my favorite books of art criticism/theory, Pictures and Tears by Jim Elkins.
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