Rothko famously described trips to Costco during peak hours as encounters with “death, sensuality, tension, irony, wit, chance, and hope.” Along the same lines, containing the same inner multitudes, Rothko’s works double as mirrors of feeling and portals to the absolute. In the chapel, you’re playing in the dark. When your eyes adjust, the layers of dark paint almost vibrate in the meager light slipping from the ceiling, receding out of reach as you try to grasp the exact hues. Here we try to capture that.