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Between Two Worlds (study for a recurring dream of ichor baptism fashioned as a portico fresco cartoon), 2016 

I have experienced the vision twice so far: in my childhood (around 1984) and last autumn. 

I enter a concealed pavilion and immediately hear a soft female voice speaking an unknown language. There is something about the timbrе that robs me of my will power and I gradually lose control over my body. The sermon brings me to my knees and pulls towards an imposing figure of a pitch black priestess - her features and details of her attire flattened by uniform blackness. I realize before long that the voice is no more and the scene is now drowned in a solemn silence. The lady tends to a peculiar suspended vessel and places it directly over my head. At her slightest touch it tilts and a warm, living substance pours down upon me. It covers me whole and eventually locks my body in this hard resin shell. Panic surge is quickly replaced by the most glorious sensation of myself imploding within the shell and falling endlessly through the soul’s looking glass into the unknown.

Acrylics on paper mounted on prepared hardboard, 23.7 x 22.5 cm  

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1968,  Acrylic on paper mounted on hardboard.

Editor’s note: We have seen this usually in much brighter tones of green and yellow. Our lovely, detailed new shot reveals a moodier and perhaps more realistic view of this smaller Rothko. The way film changes color perception on Rothkos is an enthralling mystery of modern art.

The original scan, also beautiful in a different way, looks “pushed” a bit to me , maybe in photoshop or just is using a very different type of light. It can be seen here