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The Depths of Choices


So, I'm reading the December 19th & 26th (2016) issue of The New Yorker. I literally pause on the "ART" page highlighting Mark Rothko's Black in Deep Red (below). After reading the article, I could only notice the complete emptiness. I'm not an expert on Mark Rothko. I'm a student of life--and--in this instance, a bit of art from Mark Rothko. I visit for more insight on his artistry. I really appreciate Mark Rothko's Slow Swirl by the Edge of the Sea (farther below) and Tentacles of Memory. I find myself more drawn to his images that bend and channel colors rather than traps colors into blocks seemingly unable to contain the energies within them.

"Black in Deep Red" by Mark Rothko

In the article, I learned--Mark Rothko committed suicide. I stopped reading and immediately returned to looking at his painting Black in Deep Red. I could feel so much attempting to be in a vast emptiness; there were so many emotions and energies flowing that were felt though not fully realized: it seemed simpler for him to compartmentalize them.

It really takes time to articulate particular emotions and energies especially ones branching from memories ill-rooted within one's being. I imagine these blocks as concrete stones formed around flowers that were not allowed to fully grow: I feel as though these blocks are an attempt to build in place of these flowers instead of withal. Yet, at the same time, I find myself looking at insecure-unsure holes unable to match the flowing energies and emotions though not trying to agreeably. I sense a suffocated struggle.

But--I don't know Mark Rothko nor may I truly, but I may (and do) appreciate his art. Mark Rothko dichotomizes his art beyond titles (maybe with or without purpose), but from his two pieces showing, I gather: one really has a great amount of choice in their life, and productively acting on one's choices, with one's energies, greatly assists in creating an extremely efficient-flexible life (--whatever that life may be to the individual).

"Slow Swirl by the Edge of the Sea"

Schjeldahl, Peter. “Of Late.” The New Yorker, December 19th & 26th 2016, p. 27.

Rothko, Mark. Slow Swirl by the Edge of the Sea. 1944.

Rothko, Mark. Black in Deep Red. 1957.

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