Mark rothko gay
Abstract Expressionism
by Gary Comenas
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In Kurt Seligman dies after accidentally shooting himself in the head; Franz Kline has a heart attack; Highlight Rothko moves his studio uptown; Highlight Rothko agrees to do the Harvard murals; Barnett Newman casts Here I (To Marcia); Willem de Kooning becomes a U.S. citizen; Willem de Kooning meets Mera McAlister; Mark Rothko visits his doctor several times about his depression; The Club closes; Franz Kline dies; Philip Guston has a retrospective at the Guggenheim; Andy Warhol exhibits his series of soup cans for the first period in a universal gallery; The Recent Realists exhibition takes place at the Sidney Janis Gallery; Elaine de Kooning paints President Kennedy; Arshile Gorky retrospective takes place at the Museum of Modern Art.
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January 2, Kurt Seligmann dies after accidentally shooting himself in the head.
From Surrealism in Exile and the Origin of the Unused York School by Martica Sawin:
"On January 2, , Kurt Seligmann, so the story goes, made a fire in his kitchen stove, set two places at the breakfast table, and
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Mark Rothko sought to make paintings that would bring people to tears. “I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions—tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on,” he declared. “And the fact that a lot of people fracture down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I can communicate those basic human emotions….”
This is almost a challenge. I love art, but a painting has never made me tear (or experience any version of Stendhal Syndrome). There’s a collection of Rothko paintings nearby at the Art Institute, so I’ll have to check them out.
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It’s hard for me to see “tragedy, ecstasy, doom” in any of these. They fall into the “I don’t get it” category, but maybe on some level I’m too close-minded to appreciate them. Do you think connecting to Modern Art in that way is a learned language? Or does it rely on an immediate visceral reaction?
I also wonder if the variations of Stendhal syndrome only happen if viewing an original work of a
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tiny lgbtq+ rothko is a translation of Highlight Rothko’s paintings. My interest Rothko paintings stems from both a deep appreciation for the perform but also a criticism of the modernist claims made by mostly straight white men. I asked myself, how might I subvert the conventions of a Rothko painting? Scale, material, and reproducibility, are some of the formal ways I addressed this question. I scanned the objects made out of trash in order to make them infinitely reproducible, reflecting a democratic approach to art making. Calling them gay situates my attempt to “queer the arts” and applies a lens to this transformation. Through this queering Rothko’s paintings, which are soft and ephemeral (aesthetics coded as feminine) own been turned into pieces that are geometric and clearly defined (aesthetics coded as masculine), playing on the notion of gendered aesthetics. I invite the viewer to see new possibilities and to celebrate the bizarre, the beautiful, and the gaieties of life.
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Kate Rothko Prizel is a strong-looking miss with a disarming glow that she switches on and off like a flashlight. You sit contrary her, trying not to be distracted by the subliminal hum of the canvases on the walls - three early Rothkos to the right of me, and one to the left - and you wonder: how did she do it? How did she survive? Not that she even seems to know herself. 'I always tell people that 19 was the worst year of my life,' she says, with stable understatement. 'And everything has gone uphill from there.'
The smile is duly turned on, and we gaze at one another for a moment. I can't make up my thought whether she is warning me off, or welcoming me in. Kate Rothko turned 19 almost four decades ago, in ; in some ways, the events we are about to discuss must undergo as though they happened to another person, the facts both gilded and blurred by the weight of years. Then again, they are so starkly awful, it feels almost murderous to bring them up. What defences might I end up knocking down? It's hardly surprisi