The Geeks 1955

Cy Twombly’s 'The Geeks' is a whirlwind of graphite on a pale ground, a symphony of scratches, scribbles, and semi-controlled chaos. Can't you just imagine him, wrestling with the surface, trying to pin down some fleeting thought? I feel for Twombly, you know? It’s like he’s trying to catch smoke with a butterfly net. He's always searching, never quite resolving. Those lines, they aren’t just marks; they’re gestures, full of doubt and determination. There’s a kind of bravery in leaving it all so open, so raw. Like a de Kooning, but way more poetic and oblique. It’s like he's whispering secrets, daring you to lean in close and make sense of it all. It's like he's talking to the other painters. That's what I like.