Anecdotes of spirit

I'd seen his work a thousand times in art books, but had never thought much of it.

But sitting in front of Mark Rothko's paintings in the Tate Modern was a profound experience. Definitely magical. I could feel some kind of power emanating from the huge, looming canvases in that specially darkened room. I could hear them. (Unless that was the air conditioning.)

I can't remember if I've spoken to you about Rothko before – apologies if I have – but I came across this wonderful quote from him and was reminded of his paintings:

Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit, and the only means of making concrete the purpose of its varied quickness and stillness.

Pearl

Mark Rothko, Number 14

Mark Rothko, Number 14

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