Here is one about Mark Rothko.
Maroon over black on red.
And it's a wee installation and tiny, little, 10 line.
Okay, it's for Mark.
"Threshold."
"In the fall of '58 at the Whitney,
trying to escape a hated critic he missed the doorway
and put both hands through the plate glass.
An after image of the black grave forecast in red.
Maroon, this is the light through closed eyes.
The dark corona fraying the edges of the slammed door.
Turbulence playing in the face of it all.
The black ingots made from absence.
The red drawn from life.
Hard lesson.
She stood at his burnt windows until she
saw herself answered in their dark
the way glass gets blacked at night, the lighted room.
She went home pulled the curtains, drew a red bath.
Exit.
On the wall of the studio on East 69th his last Canvas.
A large unfinished study in reds.
On the floor, exsanguination via the brachial artery.
6 foot by 8.
Black on red.
Unframed.
Signed by the artist in the crook of his arm."