Decades ago, I saw many of the red paintings, in person, some in the right kind of light and some in the wrong kind of light. I could't put the experience into words at the time, except to say, "Who the hell WAS this guy?" This play gave me some answers.Rothko was right: These paintings live. They have compassion. They support each other. And he was wrong: They are not as fragile as he was. Yes, they are tragic, but they are not without joy. In the wrong setting, they simply withdraw, and they wait. In the right setting, they live again."Red" is a help to experience the earlier, not-red, more obviously joyful paintings as well.Warning: If you want to experience these paintings, you have to see them in the body. Photographs and videos do not capture their life.