In the 1950s, Mark Rothko painted with striking color. Eye catching, heart throbbing, delicious colors. Then in the 1960s, his paintings shifted toward grays, blacks, whites, and earth tones. I have been told, and you may have heard, that the shift from bright colors to somber tones came from a descent into depression and eventual […]
Looking out my kitchen window, a month after easter, I saw a vivid sky—pink, blue, and white—with Mount Tamalpais below. I painted the feeling of seeing it. It’s vividness. It’s more real than real feeling.