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Cy Twombly, the Content Painter | The New Yorker

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In a new exhibit, the artist’s carefree approach both touches the sublime and risks banality.

Save this story Save this story Cy Twombly put so much effort into hiding his talents that it’s no wonder the art world took ages to appreciate them. Between the early fifties and his death , in 2011, he tried very hard to seem not to be trying too hard, and his work betrays all the delights and headaches of the paradox. He was one of the best-read American painters of his time, but the literary allusions in his work are often misquoted and sometimes misspelled. His trademark loops and scribbles dare you to groan “juvenilia,” but, as a young artist living in Georgia, he spent nights alone in a

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