Mark Rothko is the patron artist of the DFMM. Or at least he should be. How can you not get behind somebody painting a couple of rectangles on a canvas and calling it “art?” That’s all the way ballsy and awesome.
Even more awesome is the Tate Modern‘s super-slack response to hanging a couple of Rothko’s paintings sideways: screw it. We’re leaving them that way.
So bravo, Tate Modern. Your sloth is an inspiration to us all.
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The Rothko chapel in Houston was where all the “deep” kids from my arts high school hung out. I thought the paintings looked like slabs of asphalt affixed to the walls, with a faint whiff of “slit your wrists.”