Back when I lived in Philadelphia I spent a lot of time at the PMA, and a good portion of that time was spent loitering in the space where Cy Twombly's "50 days of illium" paintings hang. I don't think I've ever had my experience of an artist go from utterly confounded to complete love in quite the same way. Twombly's work, if you get a chance to live with it, will transform a lot of your beliefs about all kinds of things, art included. Rest in peace, Cy; it'll give the rest of us time to catch up.
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