So on my last few hours in Paris before leaving for Amsterdam, I squeezed Pompidou into my schedule. My museum plan failed for Tuesday because apparently the majority close on tuesdays for god knows what (the people in paintings come alive). So i had a few hours to spare. after freezing waiting in queue i got in.
I was walking in one of the main halls and then i saw this. Rothko is like (one if not my favorite) favorite artist. There’s just something about his work in real life. It’s like walking into a church. And i remember, as soon as I was in front of it, i said
“yup.”
