Oct 2018
I sit on a low bench
Children at my feet.
Dark vermillion, maroon, sienna
Bear down from huge canvasses
Somber and oppressive.
I rise to escape the dread
To run to the light.
Then a small hand
Touches my heart.
“Miss, I love these.
Windows onto the world,
I can imagine anything beyond.”
Different views through a child’s eyes.
We move on, he reluctantly
But I still relieved
To be rid of Rothco.
Children at my feet.
Dark vermillion, maroon, sienna
Bear down from huge canvasses
Somber and oppressive.
I rise to escape the dread
To run to the light.
Then a small hand
Touches my heart.
“Miss, I love these.
Windows onto the world,
I can imagine anything beyond.”
Different views through a child’s eyes.
We move on, he reluctantly
But I still relieved
To be rid of Rothco.
One of the galleries in Tate Modern is dedicated to Rothco. I find his paintings very oppressive and depressing. The little autistic boy was extraordinary in his reaction to these canvasses. I will never forget it.
