Cy Twombly: Quattro Stagioni at The De La Warr Pavilion
Last week I went to The De La Warr Pavilion with Rebeka to have lunch (sweet potato and mushroom risotto, very nice, thank you). While there we spent a bit of time viewing Cy Twombly's Quattro Stagioni. The exhibition closed on the tenth of January but I'm still going to talk about it (my blog, my rules).
Cy Twombly was born in America, worked from Rome and is considered one of the great painters who came to fame in the second half of the 20th century. He drew inspiration from the European culture he immersed himself in, including the histories and literature.
The four paintings shown in Cy Twombly: Quattro Stagioni depict a season each, the paintings built up in visible layers, including gestural mark making and calligraphy. The paintings themselves are huge, and easily reach from floor to ceiling, there is an attention to detail that you can only get when working this big. The paintings include whispers of birth and death, of layers and emotion. The four paintings each over three metres high, command the eyes up-wards.
Generally, I'm not a fan of painting, but as you already know, I'm a size queen and these four paintings are so big I can't help but be impressed. The way Twombly uses paint reminds me of Jackson Pollock (THIS IS AMAZING) and the hints of poetry remind me of Tracey Emin's handwriting. Part of me wants to have a go, and then I remember I can't paint, and don't care for painting that much either.
There's not much else I can say about them really, I struggle to say more than a few hundred words when confronted with four paintings all by the same artist, which is not to say the Cy Twombly is not a good artist, he is, he's just never going to float my boat like others do.
If I can leave you with anything, it's this: sometimes you need to test out your tastes in art, sometimes you need to look at things for a third or fourth time to determine if you've moved from your position. It doesn't matter if you have or haven't changed your opinions, just test the waters.
Also; when did galleries get really against people taking photos? Or did I just miss that change while I was being a misery?
Other shows at The De La Warr I wrote about: