Orange, Red, Yellow Mark Rothko, 1961. (Again, not understanding nor appreciating the value of his painting here, but it conveniently works with the topic I'm writing about. This painting sold for almost $87 million USD on 8th of May, 2012 at Christie's.) Out of the tens and hundreds in the sea of clothing that I have, … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Orange.
Seagram Mural Section 6 Mark Rothko, 1959. (I don't really "get" Rothko enough to appreciate his works of art...) I have a mundane secret. Actually, cross that, I have multiple secrets. I never kept any of these facts away intentionally. They are just so plain, minuscule, and easy to overlook. That's why they are untold. … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Rouge.
Poker Game Cassius Marcellus Coolidge, 1894. There was a boy in my life whose present and future tenses no longer involve my existence. It was nobody's fault in this particular instance. Although, if I were to argue, it'd be entirely mine. I saw the ending before the beginning of something solely and absolutely wonderful. I left. … Continue reading Unsent Love Letter: Second to None.
Love and Pain (also known as Vampire) Edvard Munch, 1895. I must admit that I've experienced a moment of weakness yesterday. Perhaps I have an allergy to opening up at times. Out of fear, out of insecurity, or simply because it's hard to expose myself - even to the people closest to my heart. I know … Continue reading Unspoken Words / Unanswered Questions.
A Girl Reading Charles Edward Perugini, 1878. You told me that you were an open book. I believed you, and I still do take your words for it. I told you that I didn't have to read the book just because it was opened. However: The only thing I forgot was that not all books … Continue reading Reading You / the Open Book.