Cy Twombly, Untitled (Say Goodbye Catullus, to the Shores of Asia Minor), 1994. The Menil Collection.
Cy Twombly’s desk by David Seidner from Artists at Work (via Rue tumblr)
I've been thinking about the allure of mystery a lot lately. Ironic, I realize, given the fact that I pin and blog (and blog and blog) and tweet (although not my strong suit)... Let's just say I'm "out there". I share stuff. A lot.
And while I've certainly benefited from being a part of this ubiquitous online conversation (in cherished friendships and opportunities and even dream jobs), there's something to be said for cultivating a bit of mystery...
Case in point, Adam Robert's article in the January Food and Wine entitled "Real Heroes Don't Tweet". Robert's dismay at the embrace of social media by his culinary icons had me nodding in violent agreement. And then I immediately wanted to tweet about it. Sad. (As a side note, Food and Wine and Bon Appétit are really bringing it of late... The food mags are kinda kicking the shelter mag's butts, yes?)
I was also struck by this article in the Times about the late Cy Twombly, specifically the idea that Twombly's embrace of privacy and even (gasp) unpopularity afforded him an invaluable creative freedom.
"But Mr. Twombly, a tall, rangy Virginian who once practiced drawing in the dark to make his lines less purposeful, steadfastly followed his own program and looked to his own muses — often literary ones, like Catullus, Rumi, Pound and Rilke. He seemed to welcome the privacy that came with unpopularity.
“I had my freedom and that was nice,” he said in a rare interview..."
So the trick I suppose is being sufficiently "out there" while simultaneously guarding your privacy and cultivating just the right amount of mystery. No sweat.
I'll get right on that...