Red Night Falls
I am reading the play “Red” which is, in the end, about what the process of making art. Sound dull? It’s not.
The artist, Mark Rothko, is played by Albert Molina on Broadway and it won several Tony awards last spring.
The stage of “Red” is surrounded by a series of murals Rothko (in real life) was commissioned to do by architect Philip Johnson who was doing the interiors for the Mies Van der Rohe 1958 groundbreaking, at the time, Seagrams building in NYC. The murals were for the walls of the swank-to-the max restaurant “Four Seasons”. Albert Molina as Rothk0 focuses on an imaginary painting throughout the play.
Rothko was paid 28 thousand dollars for the controversial Seagram murals which at the time was a fortune.
I’d pay top dollar to eat dirt sandwiches anywhere, (never mind in the Seagrams building) if surrounded by Rothkos.
In 1962, my father took me to “The Brasserie” which was a french restaurant that was, if I remember, on the ground floor of the Seagram’s building. It was open for breakfast, I think, because we had these warm crescent rolls I’d never had before: croissants.
(This image began as an IPHONE photo at the end of a twilight walk in the industrial park near my house. Then it merged with several Citra-Solv papers from National Geographic. My neighbor just dropped off 20 more old magazines!)
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