muttered Aristotle under his breath.
Has anyone ever said to you while standing on the edge of a lake looking at snow capped mountains as the sun sets, "wow, that looks like a painting!" and you think 'wait a minute, no the painting looks like nature!' When did art become grander than reality? So as I walked into Rothko at the Tate, I thought what is Mark imitating, a rusted wall with a square painted on it, marking the spot for a wreaking ball to demolition, or the decay caused by oxidation?