There's a particular thrill when you first encounter a piece of art that speaks a language you didn't know you needed to...
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Standing in front of Rothko's "No. 61 (Rust and Blue)" at the MoMA, I watched a woman cry. Not subtle, dignified museum...
Walking through the Museum of Modern Art last Tuesday, I found myself stopped cold by Kandinsky's Composition VII. Not b...
Standing in front of Rothko's "Orange, Red, Yellow," I felt something break open inside me—not in a violent way, but lik...