For a long time I didn't get Twombly's paintings. I saw them in magazines and books and they looked sort of gimmicky and slightly phony. Then several years ago I was at the Chicago Art Institute walking around, I turned a corner and came face to face with 3 large paintings by Twombly. They blew me away. They were so alive. They were the most spontaneous, alive (I can't think of a better word) paintings I have ever seen. Amazing. I became ... a fan seems like too frivolous a word- I was awe struck and have remained so since.
I saw some bad western movie and in it Gene Hackman says " life is about loss". If that is true, then the loss of Twombly is life. I'm just glad he left so much of himself behind.
Rest in Peace Mr. Twombly.