Cy Twombly died
Cy Twombly died Tuesday in Rome. He was 83.
Any information about Cy Twombly's personality.
Cy's color and calligraphyTsang-lang Liu
Matisse and Gauguin's color in their paintings are vivid,bright,and belongs to themselves,when time changes to mid 20th century,both of them become old fashion,(there is no dis-respect here, I still love them), de Kooning and Cy Twombly's color are modern,current,and powerful,in some instance , they are so close, I do not know another 100 years from now, another talented artist will lead color to what form and level, but what we can see today, Cy Twombly exerts color to the full extent. He is good if you know how to appreciate color.
I was first attracted by his naive style hand writing, calligraphy, and symbolic drawing, if I can decipher his calligraphy, assuming he is right handed, then his naive calligraphy is carefully constructed by his left hand.
cy twomblyjulien tan
Cy Twombly's art is pure.
I can be myself without
pleasing another persons
taste for art.
Twombly and Steve Martin
Mary Webb (04/01/2001)
I am posting a statement about Twombly and his work, which appeared in an article written by Steve Martin, the actor and art collector, in the 4/1/2001 issuse of the NY Times. "Cy Twombly is a brilliant artist whose career began in the 1950's. His work, for the beginning art lover, can be extremely bewildering. Squiggles and numbers are spread across white or gray canvases, giving the effect of a child's destruction of a piece of drawing paper. After I saw a dozen Twomblys, several emerged as best, several fell into the middle and a few I didn't know what to do with. THEN, slowly, the poetry of his work began to show itself. Then the violence. There was sometimes movement in the composition, sometimes a flat stillness. The penciled numbers on the canvases took on the glow of a crazy mental doodle that seemed to represent the endless background noise of the mind. The structure of the paintings and drawings revealed something monumental, without there being one monumental thing in them. I began to appreciate how different Twombly's work was from anyone else's. How he dared to take nothing and turn it into something, how he spoke with no one's voice but his own. But none of these qualities makes a great artist; what makes Twombly great is that he mysteriously, inexplicably, made art that museums, scholars and collectors generally recognize as profound, and yet, though his work generates thousands of essay and book pages, no one is really able to say exactly why. Such experiences have confirmed my belief that one's most deeply entrenched taste is the acquired taste, whether it's for art, avocados or comedians."