Untitled 1944 - 1945

This Untitled drawing by Mark Rothko feels like a snapshot of his mind at work, rendered in ink on paper. It’s all about the gesture, that direct, unfiltered energy that comes through when you’re just trying to figure things out. Look at the nervous energy in the lines, how they build up and then release, like a visual stream of consciousness. You can almost feel the pen scratching against the paper, the pressure of Rothko’s hand as he’s trying to nail down some elusive form. There’s a raw quality here, a kind of vulnerability in how exposed the process feels. The strange figures float across the off-white paper, like an idea forming. It reminds me a bit of some of Picasso’s sketchbooks, that same sense of an artist thinking through drawing. It’s a reminder that art isn’t always about the finished product, but about the journey, the questions we ask along the way.