ART & ORGANISM
Kathy’s Rothko
An excerpt from my diary, fondly recalled.
Early in the courtship of the woman who is now my wife we visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I was eager to share my favorites with her. Feeling good and strolling together we reached the gallery with some Mark Rothko works –large, imposing, fields of color with a mysterious sense of depth
Kathy was patient with my enthusiasms and seemed to share many of them, but I lingered with her longer that usual standing before Rotko’s
and she said “So…what’s so special, I could have done this…”
I impulsively said “Shut up!” and immediately bit my tongue. This is no way to speak to anyone, no less the woman I am courting! We continued to stand together, my mind spinning with dread, hers? who knows.
A minute later she squeezed my arm and said, “I get it.”
We’ve been married 35 years now