Mark Rothko Untitled 1969 Acrylic on paper mounted on canvas 198.8 × 148.6 cm
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Mark Rothko Untitled 1969 Acrylic on paper mounted on canvas 198.8 × 148.6 cm
Mark Rothko Untitled, 1969 signed (on the reverse) acrylic and ink on paper mounted on canvas 78 ½ by 58 ½ in. 198.8 by 148.6 cm. Collection of Jean & Terry de Gunzburg
© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS)
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Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1969 Oil on canvas
'subway scene,' oil on canvas, 35 x 47.25 cm; mark rothko, american, 1938.
Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion. So he painted red over red over red. Behind the colour he was looking for light. In 1942 he painted The Sacrifice of Iphigenia, where Iphigenia is not a girl, but a black pine already resined in grief. Above her the amnesia of light, an umber sky, shadows spilling white, the only motion the white hands of the wind. The story of Iphigenia was never about the girl, but the men who called for the blood of a girl knowing that the winds would one day change. The forest charred, the air stilled, deranged, and the truth beneath it all is fear, was always fear, the open grave, the charcoal line, the dead growing out of the living like lichen, the pine a blood-eyed child, the pyres loose stones and living rooms. Dress it up in the white hands of the wind. Call it need. Call it necessity. Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion so looked behind the light and found blood rushing to no end and no knowledge of end.
Ollie Cowley, Rothko / On Fear
Rothko, 1964
No figures. No stories. No explanations. 🤌
Rothko didn’t paint people. He painted feelings so large they couldn’t fit into words.
In a world that constantly demands explanations, Rothko created rooms where emotion could exist without words. 🤏
Maybe that’s why some people leave the Rothko Rooms with tears in their eyes. 💧
Rothkoesque Company