Today we took a “vacation” day. We went to a matinee at Portland Center stage….haven’t been there yet? Do go…
we went to see “Red” a play by John Logan about the painter Mark Rothko (1903-1970). The play was fascinating, mordant, funny…worth the trip up I-5…
and then on to the Portland Art Museum where there is a show of paintings by Mark Rothko. Rothko and his family (the Rothkowiczs) came from Latvia to Portland in 1913. Rothko attended Shattuck grade school and Lincoln High School before going on to Yale and New York, and the world beyond. His story, not unlike the story of Manuel Izquierdo, fascinates me. A kid, age 10 or 16, arrives in Portland from Spain or Latvia, speaking no English, and in 10 years is on a different path…a path to a mature body of art work fueled by a fierce determination and work ethic.
The show of Rothko’s paintings at PAM had some wonderful surprises for me…the earlier work that predates the famous “Mark Rothko” that we know so well. (The new museum policy allowing photos…except for the painting Paul Allen owns…is brilliant for me.)
You’d better go take a look…





























