I very often take my guests at Rice to the Rothko Chapel. It's only two blocks from my house.
I've observed something very interesting.
To a man and woman so far, those who are most committed to a Benjaminian view of the aesthetic (smash the aura!) are deeply disturbed and can't last more than two minutes in there. I haven't been proved wrong yet (this is year 4).
In the Chapel you encounter a primordial givenness that is way way beyond most concepts of aura. It's like aura on DMT.
Me, I find the space really warm and soothing. Intimate, friendly. Like being enveloped in flesh.
It was made by a man who soon after killed himself. Who cares??!!! It's aura on DMT.