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I'm Not An Abstractionist... I'm Not Interested In Relationships Of Colour Or Form Or Anything Else.

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I'm Not An Abstractionist...

Mark Rothko

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I'm Not An Abstractionist... I'm Not Interested In Relationships Of Colour Or Form Or Anything Else.

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Look, It's My Misery That I Have To Paint This Kind Of Painting, It's Your Misery That You Have To Love It, And The Price Of The Misery Is Thirteen Hundred And Fifty Dollars.

This World Of The Imagination Is Fancy-free And Violently Opposed To Common Sense.

I Will Say Without Reservations That From My Point Of View There Can Be No Abstractions. Any Shape Or Area That Has Not The Pulsating Concreteness Of Real Flesh And Bones, Its Vulnerability To Pleasure Or Pain Is Nothing At All. Any Picture That Does Not Provide The Environment In Which The Breath Of Life Can Be Drawn Does Not Interest Me.

It Is A Widely Accepted Notion Among Painters That It Does Not Matter What One Paints As Long As It Is Well Painted. This Is The Essence Of Academicism.

While The Authority Of The Doctor Or Plumber Is Never Questioned, Everyone Deems Himself A Good Judge And An Adequate Arbiter Of What A Work Of Art Should Be And How It Should Be Done.

I Use Colors That Have Already Been Experienced Through The Light Of Day And Through The State Of Mind Of The Total Man. In Other Words, My Colors Are Not Colors That Are Laboratory Tools Which Are Isolated From All Accidentals Or Impurities So That They Have A Specified Identity Or Purity.

If Our Titles Recall The Known Myths Of Antiquity, We Have Used Them Again Because They Are The Eternal Symbols Upon Which We Must Fall Back To Express Basic Psychological Ideas.. ...(they) Express Something Real And Existing In Ourselves.

Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of The Spirit, And The Only Means Of Making Concrete The Purpose Of Its Varied Quickness And Stillness.

When I Was A Younger Man, Art Was A Lonely Thing. No Galleries, No Collectors, No Critics, No Money. Yet, It Was A Golden Age, For We All Had Nothing To Lose And A Vision To Gain. Today It Is Not Quite The Same. It Is A Time Of Tons Of Verbiage, Activity, Consumption. Which Condition Is Better For The World At Large I Shall Not Venture To Discuss. But I Do Know, That Many Of Those Who Are Driven To This Life Are Desperately Searching For Those Pockets Of Silence Where We Can Root And Grow. We Must All Hope We Find Them.

With Us The Disguise Must Be Complete. The Familiar Identity Of Things Has To Be Pulverized In Order To Destroy The Finite Associations With Which Our Society Increasingly Enshrouds Every Aspect Of Our Environment.

The Myth Holds Us, Therefore, Not Through Its Romantic Flavor, Not The Remembrance Of Beauty Of Some Bygone Age, Not Through The Possibilities Of Fantasy, But Because It Expresses To Us Something Real And Existing In Ourselves, As It Was To Those Who First Stumbled Upon The Symbols To Give Them Life.

You Think My Paintings Are Calm, Like Windows In Some Cathedral? You Should Look Again. I'm The Most Violent Of All The American Painters. Behind Those Colours There Hides The Final Cataclysm.

And Last, It May Be Worthwhile Trying To Hang Something Beyond The Partial Wall Because Some Of The Pictures Do Very Well In A Confined Space.

I'm Interested Only In Expressing Basic Human Emotions. And The Fact That A Lot Of People Break Down And Cry When Confronted With My Pictures Shows That I Can Communicate These Basic Human Emotions.

We Assert That The Subject Is Crucial And Only That Subject Matter Is Valid Which Is Tragic And Timeless.

The Most Interesting Painting Is One That Expresses More Of What One Thinks Than Of What One Sees

The Fact That People Break Down And Cry When Confronted With My Pictures Shows That I Can Communicate Those Basic Human Emotions.. The People Who Weep Before My Pictures Are Having The Same Religious Experience I Had When Painting Them. And If You Say You Are Moved Only By Their Color Relationships Then You Miss The Point.

It Is The Poet And Philosopher Who Provide The Community Of Objectives In Which The Artist Participates. Their Chief Preoccupation, Like The Artist, Is The Expression In Concrete Form Of Their Notions Of Reality. Like Him, They Deal With The Verities Of Time And Space, Life And Death, And The Heights Of Exaltation As Well As The Depths Of Despair. The Preoccupation With These Eternal Problems Creates A Common Ground Which Transcends The Disparity In The Means Used To Achieve Them.

Pictures Must Be Miraculous: The Instant One Is Completed, The Intimacy Between The Creation And The Creator Is Ended.

The Reason For My Painting Large Canvases Is That I Want To Be Intimate And Human. To Paint A Small Picture Is To Place Yourself Outside Your Experience, To Look Upon An Experience As A Stereopticon View Or With A Reducing Glass. However You Paint The Larger Picture, You Are In It. It Isn't Something You Command.

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer

I'm Not An Abstractionist. I'm Not Interested In The Relationship Of Color Or Form Or Anything Else. I'm Interested Only In Expressing Basic Human Emotions: Tragedy, Ecstasy, Doom, And So On.

Many Of Those Who Are Driven To This Life Are Desperately Searching For Those Pockets Of Silence Where We Can Root And Grow.

It Is Really A Matter Of Ending This Silence And Solitude, Of Breathing And Stretching One's Arms Again.

To Me Art Is An Adventure Into An Unknown World, Which Can Be Explored Only By Those Willing To Take The Risk.

The Picture Must Be... A Revelation, An Unexpected And Unprecedented Resolution Of An Eternally Familiar Need.

We Favor The Simple Expression Of The Complex Thought. We Are For The Large Shape Because It Has The Impact Of The Unequivocal. We Wish To Reassert The Picture Plane. We Are For Flat Forms Because They Destroy Illusion And Reveal Truth.

There Is Only One Thing I Fear In Life, My Friend: One Day, The Black Will Swallow The Red.

Small Pictures Since The Renaissance Are Like Novels; Large Pictures Are Like Dramas In Which One Participates In A Direct Way.

The Romantics Were Prompted To Seek Exotic Subjects And To Travel To Far Off Places. They Failed To Realize That, Though The Transcendental Must Involve The Strange And Unfamiliar, Not Everything Strange Or Unfamiliar Is Transcendental.

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 Transcendental Experiences Became Possible.

We Are Concerned With Similar States Of Consciousness And Relationship To The World.. ..if Previous Abstractions Paralleled The Scientific And Objective Preoccupations Of Our Times, Ours Are Finding A Pictoral Equivalent For Man's New Knowledge And Consciousness Of His More Complex Inner Self.

There Is More Power In Telling Little Than In Telling All.

Without Monsters And Gods, Art Cannot Enact A Drama.

Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of The Spirit.

The Reason For My Painting Large Canvases Is That I Want To Be Intimate And Human.

There Is No Such Thing As Good Painting About Nothing.

A Painting Is Not A Picture Of An Experience, But Is The Experience.

I Am Here To Make You Think. . . . I Am Not Here To Make Pretty Pictures!

The People That Weep Before My Paintings Are Having The Same Religious Experience That I Had When I Painted It.

I Also Hang The Pictures Low Rather Than High, And Particularly In The Case Of The Largest Ones, Often As Close To The Floor As Is Feasible, For That Is The Way They Are Painted.

The Artist Invites The Spectator To Take A Journey Within The Realm Of The Canvas... Without Taking The Journey, The Spectator Has Really Missed The Essential Experience Of The Picture.

I Don't Express Myself In My Paintings. I Express My Not-self.

My Art Is Not Abstract, It Lives And Breathes

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer. It Dies By The Same Token. It Is Therefore Risky To Send It Out Into The World. How Often It Must Be Impaired By The Eyes Of The Unfeeling And The Cruelty Of The Impotent.

Silence Is So Accurate.

I'm Not An Abstractionist... I'm Not Interested In Relationships Of Colour Or Form Or Anything Else.

If You Are Only Moved By Color Relationships, You Are Missing The Point. I Am Interested In Expressing The Big Emotions - Tragedy, Ecstasy, Doom.

The Progression Of A Painter’s Work…will Be Toward Clarity; Toward The Elimination Of All Obstacles Between The Painter And The Idea, And Between The Idea And The Observer…to Achieve This Clarity Is, Inevitably, To Be Understood.

(i Am) Dealing Not With The Particular Anecdote, But Rather With The Spirit Of Myth, Which Is Generic To All Myths At All Times.

The Abstract Artist Has Given Material Existence To Many Unseen Worlds And Tempi.

If You Are Moved Only By The Color Relationships, Then You Miss The Point.

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