Mark Rothko, White Center (Yellow, Pink and Lavender on Rose), 1950, Oil on canvas, 205.8 cm × 141 cm (81.0 in × 56 in)
© Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko_DACS 2018
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Mark Rothko, White Center (Yellow, Pink and Lavender on Rose), 1950, Oil on canvas, 205.8 cm × 141 cm (81.0 in × 56 in)
© Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko_DACS 2018
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illustrated by Arthur Rackham (1867-1939)
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i started this blog in the summer of 2011 when i was 19 year old. i was living in a basement without a bathroom, and i felt lucky just to have a roof over my head.
it is currently the summer of 2026 and i am 34 years old. as i type this, i am sitting in the living room of a house that i own, with my cat sleeping peacefully beside me. i got the degrees, i got the job, i got the husband, i got the house, i got the retirement account.
things are so much different now than they were before but in many ways they are very much the same. i am still haunted by the choices of my parents. i am still gutted by the course that our lives have taken. i am many miles and years away from it all, but it is still right there at the surface, always.
if i could say anything to my sister, i would say this:
i am sorry that i left, and that i could not take you with me. i am sorry our roads diverged so severely and i am sorry that they were forced back together so abruptly. i am sorry for the burdens that you bear. i am sorry for injecting myself into your life. i am sorry that i can't give any more to you, that i can't help you any more than i already have. i am sorry that our relationship has been defined by the people who raised us. i am sorry you are the one who must live with the consequences of decisions that were made before either of us were born. in another life, i think we might have been true sisters, friends to the end, eternal confidantes. but these are the cards that have been dealt to us.
if i hadn't left all those years ago, i think i would have died. i hope you understand that one day, even if you don't understand it now.
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oooh I get it it’s always gonna be because of the environment I grew up in
it’s because of the curse
Unknown Jar with registers of plant ornament and animals Ptolemaic Period 100–30 B.C. Egypt, Middle Egypt, Tuna el-Gebel Faience H. 14 cm (5 1/2 in.); Dia. 12.5 cm (4 15/16 in.) The Metropolitan Museum of Art
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Illusions, (Detail), (before 1901), by Henry Brown Fuller (American, 1867 – 1934), oil on canvas, 70 3/8 x 45 1/8 in (178.6 x 114.6 cm), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, D.C.
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Joshua Reynolds
oil on canvas, 1779-1780
Royal Academy of Arts