Monday, April 21, 2008

Rothko

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.
Mark Rothko

2 comments:

C├ęcile said...

Well he probably felt uncomfortable about selling his art...

thinker said...

It must be a funny feeling when your art all the sudden becomes that expensive and well known.
Also in this quote i recognize the old idea that art creation is more a struggle and pain than pleasure, but the artist is forced to work by the desire to express himself.
There's a great quote by Giacometti:
"If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldn't have to paint at all."