This theme has been running through my head for about six years now and I finally managed to work through the complexity of the subject to get it down on paper.

 

I hope it makes sense to all who read it or at least to all who have visited the Rothko Chapel in Houston, Texas. 

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It is a very special place that provides all who visit with their own uniquely personal introspective and spiritually immersive human experience. For that reason, I will not talk about my individual experience here but rather speak about my depth of feelings for this special place.

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I am not an expert on art, nor on Rothko, but I am starting to become an expert on myself thanks to the work of others such as Rothko and his chapel. This place exudes contemplative energy that captured my mind from first entering. The chapels curation provides the optimal setting for Rothko's work, integrating quiet ambiance with an all-encompassing scale that gently floods the senses with calm. His art asks many questions as you gaze into the dark depths of color and your mind drifts in the emotional currents they create. Do not expect to find any answers but be open to the feelings that you will experience.

 

I walked in wondering what Rothko and his Chapel were all about and I walked out having been assaulted by my own senses. Thoughts cascade through my mind, coming from every direction my life has ever taken. Thoughts I had in years past and new ones being created as I rationalized unresolved conflicts in my head.

 

It's hard to explain and best to enjoy in person. Like many before me, I have returned to bathe in that dark, dark light on several occasions and I will do so again.