Mark Rothko Violet Green and Red painting

Mark Rothko Violet Green and Red paintingMark Rothko Green Red on Orange paintingMark Rothko Blue Green and Brown 1951 paintingMark Rothko Blue Green and Brown painting
bed nearest the window, where Dunny had spent the past five weeks, stood unoccupied. The sheets were crisp, fresh, luminous in the gloom.Drowned daylight projected vague gray images of ameboid rain tracks from the window glass onto the bed. The sheets appeared to be acrawl with transparent spiders.When he saw that the patient’s chart was missing, Ethan figured that Dunny had been moved to another room or transferred to the ICU yet again.At the seventh-floor nurses’ station, when he inquired as to where he might find Duncan Whistler, a young nurse asked him to wait for the shift supervisor, whom she paged.Ethan knew the phoned you about fifteen or twenty minutes later.”At approximately ten-forty, Ethan had been at Rolf Reynerd’s apartment door, trembling with the memory of his foreseen death, pretending to be looking for the nonexistent Jim Briscoe. He’d supervisor, Nurse Jordan, from previous visits. A black woman with a drill sergeant’s purposeful carriage and the soft smoky voice of a chanteuse, she arrived at the nurses’ station with the news that Dunny had passed away that morning.“I’m so sorry, Mr. Truman, but I called both numbers you gave us and left voice-mail messages.”“When would this have been?” he asked.“He passed away at ten-twenty this morning. I