Mark Rothko was born in Daugavpils, Latvia (Vitebsk guberniya, then part of the Russian Empire). His father Jacob was a pharmacist and an intellectual, who provided his children with a secular and political, rather than religious upbringing. However, following the Russian pogrom against Jews, incited by the failed 1905 revolution, Jacob converted to Orthodox Judaism. Unlike Jews in most cities of Czarist Russia, those in Dvinsk were spared a violent outbreak of reprisal. In an environment where Jews were blamed for whatever evil befell mother Russia, Rothko’s early childhood was plagued with fear, as he witnessed the occasional violence brought down upon Jews by Cossacks attempting to stifle revolutionary uprisings. An image that remained with him throughout his adult life was that of dug-up pits, where Cossacks were alleged to have buried Jews they kidnapped and murdered. Some critics interpret Rothko’s later use of rectangular forms as a formal representation of these graves. However, Rothko’s memory may be doubted, as no mass executions were said to have been committed in or near Dvinsk during this period.
The Rothkoviches were highly educated, despite Jacob’s modest income, and able to speak Russian, Yiddish and Hebrew. Following Jacob’s conversion to Orthodox Judaism, he sent Marcus, his youngest son, to the cheder at age five, where Rothko studied the Talmud. This had the adverse effect of stigmatizing Rothko as an outsider within his own family, as his elders were educated in the public school system. As a Jew, the young Marcus was therefore an outsider among outsiders.
Concuerdo! Estos Rothkos son fenomenales. A los 18 anos pase un verano (invierno de alla) en Paris, abriendo la cabeza, y un dia, siguiendo el consejo de una vieja amiga, hice 2 horas y media de cola bajo la lluvia, con un frio tremendo, para entrar a una mega-exposicion de Rothko. Nunca la pase tan mal esperando a entrar a un museo, pero valia la pena! Otro que me re va es Malevich. Saludos Bembo
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Mark Rothko was born in Daugavpils, Latvia (Vitebsk guberniya, then part of the Russian Empire). His father Jacob was a pharmacist and an intellectual, who provided his children with a secular and political, rather than religious upbringing. However, following the Russian pogrom against Jews, incited by the failed 1905 revolution, Jacob converted to Orthodox Judaism. Unlike Jews in most cities of Czarist Russia, those in Dvinsk were spared a violent outbreak of reprisal. In an environment where Jews were blamed for whatever evil befell mother Russia, Rothko’s early childhood was plagued with fear, as he witnessed the occasional violence brought down upon Jews by Cossacks attempting to stifle revolutionary uprisings. An image that remained with him throughout his adult life was that of dug-up pits, where Cossacks were alleged to have buried Jews they kidnapped and murdered. Some critics interpret Rothko’s later use of rectangular forms as a formal representation of these graves. However, Rothko’s memory may be doubted, as no mass executions were said to have been committed in or near Dvinsk during this period.
The Rothkoviches were highly educated, despite Jacob’s modest income, and able to speak Russian, Yiddish and Hebrew. Following Jacob’s conversion to Orthodox Judaism, he sent Marcus, his youngest son, to the cheder at age five, where Rothko studied the Talmud. This had the adverse effect of stigmatizing Rothko as an outsider within his own family, as his elders were educated in the public school system. As a Jew, the young Marcus was therefore an outsider among outsiders.
Concuerdo! Estos Rothkos son fenomenales.
A los 18 anos pase un verano (invierno de alla) en Paris, abriendo la cabeza, y un dia, siguiendo el consejo de una vieja amiga, hice 2 horas y media de cola bajo la lluvia, con un frio tremendo, para entrar a una mega-exposicion de Rothko. Nunca la pase tan mal esperando a entrar a un museo, pero valia la pena!
Otro que me re va es Malevich.
Saludos
Bembo
son muy lindos, defintiivamente iría a ver una expo de él!
A mí también me super copa Mark.
Si fuera dueño de un hotel alojamiento, sin lugar a dudas pondría uno en cada habitación.
Muy poco color.
Yo soy fana de Polesello, o sea, todo tiene poco color.
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