The first time I visited the Centre Pompidou was as an innocent art student over 30 years ago. In the same year I had my first introduction to the works of Cy Twombly at a small gallery in Cork Street, London, and it is fair to say my path through life was determined the minute I saw his works on paper. They reduced me to tears, and still do.
twombly (verb) : To hover thoughtfully over a surface, tracing glyphs and graphs of mischievous suggestiveness, periodically touching down amidst discharges of passionate intensity. twombly (noun) : A line with a mind of its own.
Simon Schama: Cy Twombly at the Hermitage. 50 years of works on paper, 2004
Also on show in Paris are two smaller Twombly related exhibitions, both at The Gagosian gallery. The first, Orpheus, is a beautifully staged exhibition of some of Twombly's works on paper, which until now have not been brought together. To complement these works, the Gagosian are also showing an intimate exhibition of poetic photographs by Sally Mann, selected from her time spent photographing Twombly and his studio: Remembered Light, Cy Twombly in Lexington. In light of Twombly's death, and the knowledge that his studio will never again have his presence, Mann's photographs feel particularly intimate, and we are aware of the ability of a photograph to turn the present into a memory. Stunning.
Sally Mann: Remembered Light, Untitled (Wall Drip with Blue Tape), 2012