Wolfgang Laib, Untitled 2001
Remind me to tell you some time of the 15 hours I spent with some works by Rothko. In the same gallery, there was one of Laib’s pollen pieces, laid out like this on the floor. The glow of the pollen is impossible to describe. It’s the same glow that seems to come from inside the Rothkos, as if - what? - there was a hidden source of light we haven’t yet given a name.