Each painting becomes an attempt to capture the human condition, resulting in a sort of muted psychological chaos. Still, somehow, there seems to be hope. Read more…
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Scribbles: Escape from a Wasteland Musings on Rothko, Eliot, and Urbanity
I am in front of a void waiting to be filled, a window, beckoning me through its frame. I feel hopeful, but tragic. Uplifted, but suppressed. Ecstatic, but tense. I feel it from within. Floating in front of me on the wall of San Francisco’s Museum of Modern Art: Mark Rothko’s No. 14, 1960. Read more…