Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
an early pastel test for skin, not very great. The imagery is a mashup of a Toulouse Lautrec painting of his mother, and the Mark Rothko multi-form paintings, both of which I still admire quite a bit.
A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token.
Mark Rothko, Statement
I do not believe that there was ever a question of being abstract or representational. It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one’s arms again.
Mark Rothko, The Romantics Were Prompted...