I'd seen his work a thousand times in art books, but had never thought much of it.
But sitting in front of Mark Rothko's paintings in the Tate Modern was a profound experience. Definitely magical. I could feel some kind of power emanating from the huge, looming canvases in that specially darkened room. I could hear them. (Unless that was the air conditioning.)
I can't remember if I've spoken to you about Rothko before – apologies if I have – but I came across this wonderful quote from him and was reminded of his paintings:
Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit, and the only means of making concrete the purpose of its varied quickness and stillness.