Untitled 1948

This untitled painting was made by Mark Rothko, and it’s like a world of layered thoughts and emotions made visible with oils. Rothko lets the colors do the talking, floating blocks of peach, red, yellow, and blues that bleed into each other. I love how the edges aren't sharp; they’re soft, like memories fading. You can almost feel the give and take of the brush, each layer responding to the last. Look at how the red seeps through the background, creating depth and warmth, it’s not just color; it's atmosphere. This piece reminds me of Joan Mitchell's abstract landscapes; both artists use color to evoke feeling, and both demonstrate an interest in the act of painting itself. It’s this tension between control and chance, that opens up a space for us to wander in, and to feel. Art, after all, is always an invitation.