Mark Rothko: The Artist's Reality

As an informal art student, this is priceless. Many, many thanks!!

I cannot believe the amount of institutional waffle in lectures like this. Participants hope to hear about an artist, yet are - every time - bombarded with countless trivia and names and process stories instead of information about the art itself. Another ten minutes of my life I will never get back.

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Complete BS.

Too much light! Rothko preferred that his abstract expressionist works be displayed in low light.

I have sat in front of Rothko's pictures in galleries several times, and as an athiest, I always have a spiritual experience. The scale, the colours, and the composition are all profoundly impressive, and I don't think that prints of his work really do it justice. The beautiful simplicity is deceptive, and I think that his work has a zen-like quality.

Think both Rothko and current Latvians would not appreciate stating that Rothko was born in "Russia" – Latvia. As Latvians share both a distinctive and unique culture and historic roots separate from the Russian Federation – the very reason Rothko's parents left Latvia was that Latvians were being oppressed and subjected to the brutality of the pre-Soviet Empirical era which resulted in the death of many people in the Great War – which literally enslaved the population. Rothko was NOT Russian.

Eccellente il mio unico problema è una insufficiente conoscenza della lingua inglese. C'è modo di avere una qualche traduzione?

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sorta funny, these big pictures in the screen and this tiny little woman talking down in the corner

Blew the last 2 minutes big time.

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I would say that period of painting, was one that I didn't think deserved all the praise it get's. Like Warhol and Basquiat and Herring. Original yes, kinda like pringles potato chips.

Amazing, Thank you.

I saw my first Rothko print 20 years ago.( I had never heard of him) I was 50 feet away from it and thought who would buy a pic of two blobs of paint. I started to walk on, but stopped, turned and took another look at it. That's nuts. Two blobs of paint ! I went home. I told myself I hate that kind of art. He's a no talent. Two blobs of paint indeed !  This went on for two weeks. Constantly arguing with myself.  I couldn't get the print out of my mind. Finally I gave up my battle with myself and bought the print and chose a frame for it. I felt very strange buying it. I felt ok, I have done it. Why did I feel a sense of peace about it.   For 18 years it was and is my favorite print but I couldn't figure out why. Then one day I was watching a Barbra Streisand special on tv. I noticed that during the special people in the audience were shedding tears as she sang as did I. At that moment I glanced over to my Rothko and it hit me. People tear up when they hear Streisand because they are hearing perfection. When I glanced at the Rothko I saw perfection. I finally knew that was why I bought it. It simply said perfection, to me. I was floored and delighted to have finally figured out what is was that attracted me to that painting and made me love it for all these years.  Funny thing is, years later, when I googled Mark Rothko- Violet Center, the pic that came up looked nothing like my print. I was stunned. It was ugly but I googled it again and up popped my Rotko. Strange. Oh well, I didn't care. I still love my Rothko. That's how you buy a painting, with feeling !

Rothko was a genius ....I 'm going to Home Depot to get some paint and brushes . When I moved into this place the walls just had primer so they were ready for paint .