Some people have all the luck.
Imagine arriving in Manhattan during a newly emerging art movement in 1950's America, hanging out with your new pal, Robert Rauschenberg, and being mentored by the likes of Franz Kline, Robert Motherwell, and John Cage? I think that qualifies as a fairy-tale beginning. Twombly would go on to become one of the foremost American artists from that unique period between the abstract expressionists and the pop artists.
I am an unwavering admirer of Twombly and what some have dubbed his "enigmatic graffiti". But it is, alas, his home-in-Rome (not America) that hath garnered my most covetous moments. Could it even be possible that Twombly then has the good fortune to travel to Rome, marry a baroness and live happily ever after in a fetching palazzo? Now that is just beyond unfair! Where's the tragedy? Where's the pathos?
Recently, I happened upon photos of Twombly's palazzo while researching fabulous stone floor patterns for a new series of Tilevera tiles. Uncovered by the best researcher in the design blogosphere- Heather Clawson of Habitually Chic - the photos were taken by Horst for Vogue in 1966. The pic's were a huge interiors photography score, for sure! And the artist, his works and his unforgettable stone floors- that's beyond Tile Envy-
at home
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