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.
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.
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.
Hope II Gustav Klimt, 1907 - 08. There are certain moments that bring a smile on my face whenever I drift back down my memory lane. They are intimate, and uniquely mine, despite the fact that I did share some of those instances with others - ranging from the people I love to the ones who … Continue reading Intimate Moments / A Smile on My Face.
Judith Slaying Holofernes Artemisia Gentileschi, 1614 - 18. ...and then let them kill you. Figuratively. At least, for most of us who are most likely not daredevils. It could be a swift, sudden motion abruptly announcing the end of your time, or death by a thousand cuts. Honestly, it's up to you. It's terrifying if … Continue reading Become the Prey to Your Passions…