When I first came upon Cy Twombly’s “Untitled, 1970,” in the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, I froze, then sobbed, then asked myself, aloud, “What is happening here, to me, and over there, on that wall?” I am still at a loss on both counts, muttering elliptical banalities like “visual rhythm” and “epic audacity.” RIP, Cy Twombly: Your house-paint and crayon and canvas continue to charm and elate me.
Below is a photo of the artist, standing next to one of his wonderful “Bolsena” drawings. Here is Claire Daigle’s excellent retrospective on Twombly’s work, written for the Tate Museum’s online site in 2008.
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