Thoughts On Cy Twombly

Even the sound of his given name is an onomatopoetic expression for the way his hand worked a canvas. Cy Twombly: light caresses over surface-—made more spacious by places of scripting, paint-scraping, wrist-rolling, reaching, stain-making, raking—straight white drips coupling with gray. Layering, over scribbles, scumbling, laying down more layers till blood orange kisses an unbleached […]