The Tayt Modern
Friday, July 18, 2008
"Your eyes get lost in all this, among the love hearts, the nipples and cocks and pea-pods that might be vaginas, the jagged seismic judders, the tremors that have gone off the dial. "APOLLO," one painting announces, and "I have known the NAKEDNESS of my scattered dreams" another."
This is Adrian Searle raving about Sir Nicholas Serota's Cy Twombly retrospective at the Tate Modern. But is Cy Twombly really any more deep than Tay Dall, or more deserving of being shown at the real Tate Modern? Isn't one piece of modernist abstraction just as irrelevant as the next? Is there a theory in this world that can actually explain the difference?
Labels: Cy Twombly, modernism, Tate Modern
posted by Vince Condesini at 12:19 AM
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