Cy Twombly

I usually dont get too sad when artists die. After they pass the fragile age of 27 they tend to be a fairly long lived profession, especially when successful. However, Cy Twombly's passing did make me stop to think. I have known about his work for almost a decade but it has taken me a long time to come around to it, and that long apprehensive approach has blossomed, I must admit, into full blown love. He reacts to the question also raised by Rene Magritte in his "This is not a Pipe" that the image is not the same thing as the actual image and that the written word can have just as much power as the image, not only as a word but as an image. Why create an image of a mythical Venus when you can just scribble Venus and all the feelings that Venus brings. Why look for myth of the gods of antiquity in the Elgin marbles, why not look for it on the scribbles on the wall, written by the forgetten. There seems to be a link to graffiti, more to direct creativity, the desire to tell the story through the agitation of line.