“For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl,
Then sleep the sorrows of our soul.
Let us drink the juice divine,
The gift of Bacchus, god of wine.
When I take wine, my cares go to rest.”- Anacreon ❤️🍷🎨✨ #Repost @matt_careywilliams
Some #artists burn brightest in their youth. Some take years to find their voice. A handful, however, nail it from beginning to end and, of those, it seems but a choice few save the best of their #art ’til last - Titian, Rembrandt, Cezanne. And, in my humble opinion, #cytwombly. This is a superlative, monumental example of his illustrious #bacchus series, executed between 2004-2008 (when he was aged 76-80). Boozy loops of vermilion swoop, splash and swirl across a fleshy ground, evincing the festive energy of #celebration but, simultaneously, the raw fury of #violence. Vino-fucking-collapso. The series harks back to Twombly’s #blackboards from the mid 1960’s where grey, drippy grounds were animated with silvery-graphite loops of #paint that spoke of man’s shared experiences buried away in those Pandora’s Boxes of #nature, #history and #myth and, by extension, the effort to articulate those universal truths through the lexis and praxis of #contemporary #abstraction. Those #loops are now amplified - larger, denser, more urgent - and through Twombly’s choice of colour, they take on several antagonistic associations. Of #blood and #wine; pleasure and pain; #id and #ego. Sodom sloshed on sangria. Bacchus, of course, loved to get fucked up on wine. And even though this dude would fuck you the hell up if you got on his wrong side (ask #midas and his golden daughter), he also had the power to restore the dead back to life. Not a little unlike Twombly did for painting with these unbelievably seductive “Bacchus” works. I die. Cy Twombly, one of the greatest artists of the #20thcentury, here killing it in the #21stcentury at the end of a magnificent life and career, was born on this day in 1928. #mcwotd #contemporaryart #twombly #gagosian #gagosiangallery #otd #birthday