Cy Twombly - Leda and the Swan (1963)
I heard the news of Cy Twombly’s death this evening, while celebrating my own tentative steps into the art world, and the only feeling is that of grief. I admire this gentleman’s work greatly, and like others, find it hard to imagine that no more will be produced.
I finally visited Cy Twombly’s Bacchus Series at the Tate Modern last month, a brilliantly carnal and overwhelming set of works that only scratches the surface of Twombly’s relentlessly intelligent and passionate art. It is upsetting to think that the present tense in the plaque describing his work will change, and that another that relegates him to history will replace it.
Wilder Shores of Love - 1985
Reading Amanda’s post concerning his passing is probably one of the most tender pieces of writing on the admiration of a hero, and I recommend that you read it. To feel cheated of their presence, although selfish, is a sign of grief that is overwhelming.