painting something and then covering it with layers and layers of single color paint.
I think this might be a kind of reference to Rothko. I have to say something cliché, ask you to take this as an act of faith, but it’s a spiritual experience in person. It’s the immensity of the thing itself, being in a room surrounded by this wall of carefully placed color. It’s motion. Maybe you can approximate it by looking at a high res image of it, but nothing really escapes the three walls surrounding you, drowning you in color.
There’s the Rothko Chapel down in Texas that has a lot of his work I want to see - the experience I had was at the Tate.
A stick figure is kind of cute to imagine, but it would subvert that “sensory tank” experience that I found… blissful. Black, as a color? To look at the absence of light as a kind of thing?
Tbh, I make a lot of that “slap slight variations of the same color across a single canvas” - usually my homemade paper or random thrifted objects. I like doing it, but I’m not quite sure if it’s “art” in the same way.
I think this might be a kind of reference to Rothko. I have to say something cliché, ask you to take this as an act of faith, but it’s a spiritual experience in person. It’s the immensity of the thing itself, being in a room surrounded by this wall of carefully placed color. It’s motion. Maybe you can approximate it by looking at a high res image of it, but nothing really escapes the three walls surrounding you, drowning you in color.
There’s the Rothko Chapel down in Texas that has a lot of his work I want to see - the experience I had was at the Tate.
A stick figure is kind of cute to imagine, but it would subvert that “sensory tank” experience that I found… blissful. Black, as a color? To look at the absence of light as a kind of thing?
Tbh, I make a lot of that “slap slight variations of the same color across a single canvas” - usually my homemade paper or random thrifted objects. I like doing it, but I’m not quite sure if it’s “art” in the same way.