Cy Twombly: Works on paper 1973 - 1977.
LinkArt/Museum of Grenoble| N° d'inventaire | 29413 |
| Format | 22 x 28 |
| Détails | 240 p., illustrated, publisher's hardcover. |
| Publication | Paris, 2023 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782359064070 |
American artist, born in Lexington in 1928 and died in Rome in 2011, Cy Twombly began his artistic studies at the time when the abstract expressionism of the New York School was gaining ground. From the beginning, Twombly asserted himself through a style of great freedom, mixing a graphic expression where gestures prevail, the inscription of signs such as letters, numbers, figures or even his own signature… The whole appears with its dirt, its stains, its streaks of color, like sublime scribbles, tense and sensual, which do not fail to disconcert critics.
From 1957, he moved to Rome, eager to immerse himself in this ancient culture that fascinated him so much. It would gradually infuse his work and manifest itself through snatches of phrases or proper names, "invoking rather than evoking" Greco-Latin mythology and ancient or pre-Romantic authors.
His line, with its inimitable trembling and ecstatic ramblings, seems to defy time and history and to unite in a single gesture the most archaic forms with those of modernity. Far from any formalism, his work is the intimate translation of the movements of the soul facing what surpasses it in a poignant and enigmatic language where the body, in an eminently sensual mode, constantly confers its vital energy.
American artist, born in Lexington in 1928 and died in Rome in 2011, Cy Twombly began his artistic studies at the time when the abstract expressionism of the New York School was gaining ground. From the beginning, Twombly asserted himself through a style of great freedom, mixing a graphic expression where gestures prevail, the inscription of signs such as letters, numbers, figures or even his own signature… The whole appears with its dirt, its stains, its streaks of color, like sublime scribbles, tense and sensual, which do not fail to disconcert critics.
From 1957, he moved to Rome, eager to immerse himself in this ancient culture that fascinated him so much. It would gradually infuse his work and manifest itself through snatches of phrases or proper names, "invoking rather than evoking" Greco-Latin mythology and ancient or pre-Romantic authors.
His line, with its inimitable trembling and ecstatic ramblings, seems to defy time and history and to unite in a single gesture the most archaic forms with those of modernity. Far from any formalism, his work is the intimate translation of the movements of the soul facing what surpasses it in a poignant and enigmatic language where the body, in an eminently sensual mode, constantly confers its vital energy.