By Carol Tannenhauser
Monday night’s sunset was breathtaking; we first learned of it from a photograph sent in by Mildred Alpern, a frequent contributor to West Side Rag, who wrote:
“Tonight, a Mark Rothko sky, bands of dusty pink and purple that are an homage to the great painter.”
Many readers followed suit, sending in a string of sunset photos, each eliciting a gasp. But none had the impact of the following sent by Christopher Rothko, Mark Rothko’s son. He had received a copy of the Rag story from a friend.
“I think this is the painting your photographer had in mind,” he wrote. “Terrible reproduction, but in the same family as the sunset. I have been trying to pry this painting out of the hands of a Swiss collector for an exhibition I am curating in Paris in 2023. Still working on it!”