Mark Rothko


Born
in Dvinsk, Latvia
September 25, 1903

Died
February 25, 1970

Genre
Art


American painter of Latvian Jewish descent. He immigrated with his family from Dvinsk (now part of Latvia, then part of the Russian Empire) to the United States in 1913 when he was 10 years old.


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The Artist's Reality: Philo...

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Writings on Art

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Mark Rothko, 1903 1970

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Escritos sobre arte (1934-1...

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Mark Rothko Journal

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La Réalité de l'artiste: Ph...

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“Silence is so accurate.”
Mark Rothko

“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.”
Mark Rothko

“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.”
Mark Rothko