‘Red’ (Rothko): “All those bugs – ach!”

Monologues from John Logan's 'Red'

'Red' by John Logan

From: Play

Type: Dramatic

Character: Mark Rothko, a famous abstract painter of the 20th century. He's intellectual, passionate, truthful and bullying. He can be intimidating and does not suffer fools

Gender: Male

Age Range: 50's

Summary: Master abstract expressionist Mark Rothko has just landed the biggest commission in the history of modern art, a series of murals for New York's famed Four Seasons Restaurant. In the two fascinating years that follow, Rothko works feverishly with his young assistant, Ken, in his studio on the Bowery. But when Ken gains the confidence to challenge him, Rothko faces the agonizing possibility that his crowning achievement could also become his undoing.

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ROTHKO: All those bugs – ach! I know, those plein air painters, they sing to you endless paeans about the majesty of natural sunlight. Get out there and muck around in the grass, they tell you, like a cow. When I was young I didn’t know any better so I would haul my supplies out there and the wind would blow the paper and the easel would fall over and the ants would get in the paint. Oy… But then I go to Rome for the first time. I go to the Santa Maria del Popolo to see Caravaggio’s Conversion of Saul,’which turns out is tucked away in a dark corner of this dark church with no natural light. It’s like a cave. But the painting glowed! With a sort of rapture it glowed. Consider: Caravaggio was commissioned to paint the picture for this specific place, he had no choice. He stands there and he looks around. It’s like under the ocean it’s so godd— dark. How’s he going to paint here? He turns to his creator: God, help me, unworthy sinner that I am. Tell me, O Lord on High, what the f— do I do now?!

Then it comes to him: the divine spark. He illuminates the picture from within! He gives it inner luminosity. It lives. . . Like on e of those bioluminescent fish from the bottom of the ocean, radiating its own effulgence, You understand? Caravaggio was –

He abruptly stops. KEN looks at him. Beat. ROTHKO stares at his painting. He tilts his head. Like he’s listening. Like he’s seeing something new in the painting.

Bring me the second bucket.

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