Untitled c. 1950s

Here is a drawing by Cy Twombly, made with graphite on off-white paper. The thing about Twombly is, he makes you think about what drawing *is*. Look at these marks, these almost scribbled lines, they’re so immediate. There’s a square, an implicit boundary for this frenzy of marks. It’s like he's testing the limits, pushing against the edges of where the drawing is allowed to be. The surface is so delicate, the graphite almost floating on the page. It's not about filling in, but about letting the light and air move through. See how each line varies in pressure and direction? There’s a real rhythm. It feels like an attempt to capture a fleeting thought, or an emotion, as it happens. It’s like Brice Marden's cold wax paintings, this drawing. Twombly’s drawings and paintings are all about the gesture, the process, the act of making. It’s a reminder that art isn’t about perfection, but about the beauty of imperfection.