August 15th, 2009

Rothko

So I’m a self-proclaimed art nerd. No surprise there! Have you seen me? Scratch that, have you seen the blog you’re on? I love pretty much everything from Warhol to DaVinci. Banksy is a hack. There’s a reason why I’m majoring in art is what I’m trying to say. But no matter what I do, no matter what angle (high, low, sideways, diagonal???) I look at Rothko at, I JUST DON’T GET IT! Art is all about the effort it takes and the meaning behind a painting, right? They’re just squares??? This isn’t just me getting mad about modern art or abstract art, either! I love contemporary art. I probably can’t even bring this up to my professor because I’m certain that I would get assassinated on the spot. Even as I’m sitting in this backwater coffee shop taking progressively frantic small sips of this admittedly mediocre latte (sorry Diego!) I swear to God I can see a sunglassed sniper on the roof of the opposite building. Not really. Hyperbolizing is really funny.

Can anybody GENUINELY explain what’s up with Rothko paintings, by the way? The guy himself said that he wanted the viewers to “have a transcendent experience” with them. I wanna know how! I wanna start crying in front of a bunch of squares like I’ve seen people do! I think the art student imposter syndrome would melt away in an instant.