For Rothko, too, there were the years of apprenticeship, the hard-won discovery of a classic but ultimately restrictive format (Rothko's stacked rectangles are not unlike Lowell's sonnets and John Berryman's dream songs), the succession of wives, the acclaim, and the descent into alcohol, paranoia, depression, and suicide.
Rothko's life took a somewhat cliched path.
Rothko died when he was a baby.
The ability to go back and call witnesses depends completely on the transcript.
A gray dog is outside in the sniffing something.
Yes that idea is nice.
A large group is moving together on the street.
The child is in a pool.
The man is on the ground.