One of my dearest friends likes the art of Mark Rothko above all others. The longer we have been friends, the more time we have spent together examining and experiencing Rothko’s work. I have come to appreciate and enjoy the subtle tone poems that I find his contemplative horizontal bands of color to be. Standing in the misty light one fog-enshrouded winter afternoon in the Rockies, I was struck by how nature seemed to repeat the same gentle variations of color, one sliding into the next without hard edge or delineation, or else how Rothko’s work mirrored nature’s beauty. You pick.
Oil on panel 6″ x 8″