Many of you may have long been back to your normal lives, but Ben has this week off so we're having a soft-landing from our holiday. Today, I finally hung the enigmatic Rothko calendar, and am pleased with my choice, but even with the shades closed, I cannot get a shot without reflection.
I can't imagine standing in front of a real Rothko: the emotional impact, surface texture, details. In 2003, probably the only opportunity in my life to do so, I avoided Tate Modern simply because I hated Rothko. Oh well, live and learn.
This piece is "Green and Maroon" (1953), if you want to look for more accurate photographs. The colors on the calendar are a wee bit more rusty compared to what I'm seeing on my screen.