I’m going to be completely honest here: I don’t know why Mark Rothko’s art makes me feel things. My rational mind looks at it and says “yep, that’s some colors grading into one another, whoop-de-do” but it resonates with my subconscious. To me, that’s what art and poetry are about, and why it can be a real struggle to evaluate art in any rational context.
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