Mark Rothko, if he spent
time on July beaches of Mordialloc and Seaford, all those divides from Brighton
down to Portsea, didn’t get his feet wet. How far the upper expanses of
grey-white are sky and the lower grey-white expanses water is purely academic
now. His notebooks are thin on specifics. Are we meant to naturalise these
great abstracts into cloud and wave, sky and bay? They might divine different
realities for Rothko, back in his studio after a bracing intake of salt air.
They may be just what Rothko wished us to see, with or without his glasses on.
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