Intimate Moments / The Color Violet.

Purple, White, and Red Mark Rothko, 1953. I'm a violet. At least, that's what NYU calls all of their current undergraduates, graduates as well as alumni. In a sense, it's quite nice to be referred to that way, as it's similar to being accepted to some sort of exclusive (yet, okay, expensive) club. I'm aware that … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Violet.

Intimate Moments / The Color Blue.

Untitled (Blue Divided By Blue) Mark Rothko, 1966. To me, blue is a color that defines extremes perfectly. It is the singular color that paints sorrow immaculately, but on the flip side, also suitably tints and touches on serenity. It's a complicated hue with many meanings. I've always been a fan of traveling by air alone. … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Blue.

Intimate Moments / The Color Green.

Green and Maroon Mark Rothko, 1953. There's just something extremely charming and mesmerizing about gardening for me. I used to disregard it as a boring and geriatric activity without much meaning. There was a section in the garden in my childhood home that contained these fascinating, blooming red and white rose bushes. When my father … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Green.