Rothko's No.3

Issue 22

August 2020

After a long trek through Expressionism and Surrealism, Rothko’s definitive style coalesced in 1950. Using canvases roughly the height and width of a human standing with outstretched arms, he created what he sometimes called "doors" and "windows" in luminous color. "My pictures are indeed facades" he once said. Muriel Steinberg acquired this painting soon after it was made.

Playlist inspired by the stimulus

Reflection On A Red Chair

Zoe Fairtlough

At the dressing table in the corner of their white bedroom, she sits on her red-painted chair...

The Cloisters

Clifford Venho

Limewood yields to the edge of the master’s blade, peeling away like apple skin, revealing soft flesh within

Rothko No.3

J.F. Merifield

how concrete a windowless room can press the walls

The Elements

Kip Knott

So much desert in the red sunlight between me and the shadow that tries to unloose itself from the anchor of my body.

A Rothko Mural as Red Eclipse

Kathleen McCoy

Why is the canvas darkest at the top? Ombre for lost hombres? Mandala of the mind?

Faith Reason

Tony Murray

My original intent for creating this piece is to inspire the viewer to think.

Tabernacle

Kate Koenig

In the sanctuary, dim-lit by rows of flickering candles shielded by crimson glass sheltered from other and—other still

Anguish

Zoë Blaylock

The child who calls home strife begs tender clement days / Dreams first of peaceful pastures then furtive getaways

The Red Curtain

Leah Milenkova

There was a red velvet curtain hanging in your bedroom...

The Ferry

Laura Maffei

Wrapped in a milk-thick fog, the ferry seemed to exist alone in the universe.

A Post Pandemic Evening In Paris

Suzette Blom

The musty odour of the archive clung to Serge’s clothes as he walked home in the fresh spring air.

A Favor

Nick J. Graham

He was three hours into painting before stepping back and thinking about throwing the canvas in the garbage.

Carry Tiger To Mountain

Mort Milder

In the Third Year of great burning, Mo Mo, the Golden Emperor, made a journey to the monastery...

Cadiz Series

Lorri Frisbee

Life is ephemeral. Nothing lasts, not youth, not travel, not the things you buy.

Ghosts

Ben Tufnell

our feelings become visible against the windows of the house like condensation

The Voice of an Echo

Konstantinos Doxiadis

There is a fine line between fiction and reality, and it is here that truth resides.

Act Five

Olivia Loccisano

I made a theatre out of clay. Popsicle stick princesses

From Grace

Max Hardy

The walk through the forest to the Deaf Man’s House is not a short one...

Muriel & Irreverent Poet's Intermission

Katie Elconin-Donoho

Now that the compulsion is completed and isolated, I may look upon the divine.

Icons: The Bridge Between Man And The Divine

Vasiliki Poula

The architecture and decoration of the Orthodox Christian church is a reflection of cosmological beliefs.

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