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Mark Rothko Untitled, 1969 Acrylic on wove paper 74 1/8 x 48 1/8 in. (188.3 x 122.2 cm) National Gallery of Art, Gift of The Mark Rothko Foundation, Inc. © Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko

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This scan used to be much lighter. It was very popular when I used to post it that way (it was the only available scan at the time and one trusts what one has) and still circulates that way all the time.

HOWEVER, *Ahem* we must strive for accuracy and when I saw this in person, I knew the old scan was too light. You can see my own somewhat primitive pic of it taken with a borrowed phone, here

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There is much talk of authenticity today. Like all of neoliberalism’s advertisements, it appears in an emancipatory guise. To be authentic means to be free of pre-formed expressive and behavioural patterns dictated from the outside. It prescribes that one must equal only oneself–indeed, that one must be the author and creator of oneself. The imperative of authenticity develops a self-directed compulsion, a compulsion to constantly question oneself, eavesdrop on oneself, stalk and besiege oneself. It thus intensifies narcissistic self-reference.

The compulsion to authenticity forces the I to produce itself. Authenticity is ultimately the self’s neoliberal form of production; it makes every person the producer of themselves. The I as its own entrepreneur produces itself, performs itself, and offers itself as a commodity. Authenticity is a selling point.

The Expulsion of the Other: Society, Perception and Communication Today - Byung-Chul Han