RED

I went to see the play RED at the Goodman Theater here in Chicago last week. On some level, I inspire to be like Rothko. He had such confidence in his abilities. I absolutely love his work. However, he had an arrogance that was both admirable and distasteful.

How can you turn down an opportunity to display your work in such a high profile venue as the Four Seasons? How can you display your work in such a pretentious atmosphere? He secretly resolved to create "something that will ruin the appetite of every son-of-a-bitch who ever eats in that room." From the play it appeared he lived a very lonely and unhappy life. That I do not aspire to.