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How Rothko become the mythic superman of mystical abstraction

An extraordinary new exhibition at The Hague's Gemeentemuseum follows the arc of the abstract expressionist's career from beginning to end

Mark Rothko was an abstract artist who didn’t see himself as an abstract artist — or at least not in any ‘formalist’ sense. If a critic called him a ‘colourist’, he would bristle; if they admired his sense of composition, he would complain that this was not what he was about at all. His was an art of deep content, his subject an invocation of the religious, the tragic, the mythic. ‘The people who weep before my pictures are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them,’ he once famously said. ‘And if you, as you say, are moved only by their colour relationships, then you miss the point.’

But you don’t have to go all the way to the Rothko Chapel in Houston, which houses the artist’s 14 monumental black paintings, to get the sense of a religious encounter. At The Hague’s Gemeentemuseum an extraordinary one-off exhibition follows the arc of his late-blooming career through to its end, the end being not a brooding black painting but one final burst of rich colour — a bright red canvas that follows a long parade of increasingly sombre paintings. It was painted just before his suicide, aged 66, its colour noted as a signal of his intentions — his body was found shortly after in a pool of blood. He’d cut his wrists in his New York studio.

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Rothko’s final work ‘Untitled’, 1970, acryllic on canvas

At the Gemeentemuseum, Rothko’s strict stipulations about the lighting and the low hang have also been observed, but in these 40 or so paintings, all on loan from the National Gallery of Art, Washington, you also get a chance to observe how Marcus Rothkowitz becomes Rothko, the mythic superman of mystical abstraction. He was already in his late thirties by the time he officially changed his name to that slightly anglicised one; and by the time his ‘classic style’ finally emerges in the 1950s, the period of his floating horizontal bars shimmering against shimmery backdrops, he’s already in his late forties.

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