I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...


If you ever get a chance to see a real Rothko? You are blessed. Oh, and don’t make plans for the rest of the day.



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Mark Rothko - Color's soul run deep

Took me half an hour before I managed to gather the courage to approach the keyboard and start this one…Rothko. What can one say? ( what can one....or what can I say if I want to be less pompous and british, but you see what happens when I start to write about Rothko?)

We are not worthy. At least  I am not.

and I am the only one on earth that gets him.
(don’t worry, the fact there are millions out there who feel the same way doesn’t take away from the feeling. After all, most of the people share between them a very private god.)

That is the connection. You don’t watch a Rothko piece. You plug in.
Eyes. Open. Mind. Open. Commence download of the universe secrets. (error error…404 secret not found…contact universe supplier)

You plug in. you drown in a Rothko. You are swallowed.
But its just paint blotches. Big . true. Impressive. But just paint blotches.Sometimes even just one paint. Sometime a boring color. Brown. Murky brown. So….how? What is this cosmic keyhole of paint and why does it work?
There is no such thing as good painting about nothing. "

Rothko is not a painter. He is an engineer of human experience. And this is why it works. He works with the soul of the artist, but it is tuned with high-precision nano-sensors in his rothkoness that the difference between murky orange no13 and murky orange no27 is like the difference between well…slightly amused to majestic joy. It is a range of emotions that is transferred by color by brush strokes, by proportions…it is a formula.

If our titles recall the known myths of antiquity, we have used them again because they are the eternal symbols upon which we must fall back to express basic psychological ideas."

And he was one of those geniuses that saw the formula in his head. A visual Einstein, only less understood or appreciated. He lived the formula. And he was playing us like a violin.

A zombie captive under the complete control of the color, the form, the voice, the calling.
One day, Dan brown will write the Rothko code, which is much more interesting then the davinci code and will make some more millions. (Mr. brown, if you read this and decide to write the book, please contact me for details of my bank account. 10% will be ok)

Rothko took out all the details that might clutter our view, he took out the trees in order to show us the forest. In that sense he reminds me of Turner who drew storms as storms, not as waves, as clouds and light but as the essence of storms.

It takes a lot of courage painting and exhibiting such naked paintings. Not nudes, naked, paintings that have taken off not only all the clothes but also the skin, the flesh, the muscles and even the bones. These are ghosts of ideas, of feelings, and as ghosts usually do, they give me Goosebumps whenever I am in front of one, and I am definitely not the only one who feels it.

It works just when you are really in front of one. In the photos and reproductions it is less evident. It is still there and you can feel the static electricity in your brain when you look to long, but when you are standing there in front of one? After a while you want to cover your eyes, you want to bow your head. I am not a big believer in god in the usual sense, but whenever I stood in front of a Rothko I had this almost religious feeling of awe, I understood why people covered their eyes when they thought they met god.

I'm interested only in expressing basic human emotions. And the fact that a lot of people break down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I can communicate these basic human emotions. "

And he was a bastard, he knew that we mortals react that way so he used every trick and tool in his arsenal to make the experience even more traumatic, the huge size was the most simple, but the one I like most, and most of the people do not get it right away is the fact his work is always hung very low.

They are not hung on eye level like most pictures in galleries and museum, they are starting almost from the floor. You could say that the reason is the size as they almost take a full wall, but Rothko himself confessed that this is a trick he used, giving the painting a new almost living dimension by putting them not on your eye level but on YOUR level, on a human scale level, they are living beings like you and you look at them as such.

If you ever get a chance to see a real Rothko? You are blessed.
Oh, and don’t make plans for the rest of the day.