Monday, May 11, 2009
Finally: Cy Twombley
When writing about art, actually when writing about anything, one must first have something to say. Having something to say is the point. Listen to me. I have something to say.
Perhaps it's not just having something to say. Perhaps it's also how one says it.
And how about when we paint. Must we have something to say then too?
But what can I say when I'm writing about art and the art is so complete and so thrilling in it's completeness, that I, the writer, cannot possibly say anything?
How about this: Where have you been all my life, Cy Twombley?
Posted by christine clark at 9:55 AM