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Cy Twombly studied at Black Mountain College (1951-52), a legendary
site of avant garde arts cross-pollination in the hills of North
Carolina. Robert Rauschenberg was one of his classmates. He also
attended the Art Students League in New York and the School of the
Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. In the mid fifties, Twombly became
prominent in New York (along with Rauschenberg and others), and,
in 1959, the artist moved to Italy permanently. Twombly is one of
the most revered living artists in the world and his work has been
the subject of many major retrospectives.
Twomblys subtle and complex artwork combines elements of
drawing, gestural abstract painting, and writing. He draws inspiration
from poetry, classic mythology, and history, and has created an
utterly unique vocabulary of signs and marks. Twomblys print
for the Homage to Picasso portfolio is typical of the artists
delicate, calligraphic line. There is no literal connection to Picasso.
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CRITICAL EXCERPTS
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Jonathan Jones, The Guardian, 1/14/03
Twombly's art is fervently, tenderly, even comically romantic, elegiac,
pleasurably mournful. It relishes gaudy, dangerously exposed emotional
language, with words written loosely on the canvas - graffiti, but
of the most literate and gentlemanly kind, steeped in the classics...
Two years ago Twombly awed the Venice Biennale with Lepanto, and
currently he stands with Richard Serra - whose massive steel walls
couldn't at first sight be more different from Twombly's work -
as one of the two most productive and indispensable senior American
artists. Both artists matter now because they make monumental, historical
art at a time of pervasive amnesia.
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Donald Kuspit, Artforum,
3/98
Twombly's pictorial language, often a barely legible graffiti blur,
loses its immediacy in the immensity of his canvases, becoming a temporal
whisper. It too reduces to the language of patina, of temporal surface,
just as the patina of his sculptures becomes liquid gesture. Patina
not only bespeaks the movement of time, but does so in a manner as
seductive as a siren song. The lush surface dares to announce the
presence of death, if not without the Delphic flourish appropriate
to a royal mystery. In the sculptures of flowers or stalks, it is
as though Twombly has drained the life from their fragile bodies,
leaving behind a perfect shell marked with the auratic patina. This
concise act of mourning results in an artistic shadow - a form of
immortality that is ironic insofar as it is dependent on mortality. |
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