Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1968
Acrylic on paper
© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS), Courtesy of The Mark Rothko Foundation
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Bonus
Marlborough Museum retrospective catalog, New York, 1970s
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"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength."
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"In the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go."
Ally Condie // Crossed (via qvotable)
"I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought."
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"Stop running after the waves. Let the sea come to you."
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"Stop running after the waves. Let the sea come to you."
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"It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train."
Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs (via quotespile)
"Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognizable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be."
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