“By the end of the day, Bacon’s coffee almost definitely got spiked with turpentine despite best attempts to segregate the two, and taking a swig and realising this may have poisoned his mood (just as it was, to some degree, his body) and may have affected his work. Can we understand the studio without these kind of details that can only be understood in action?”
By Emma Meehan My favourite pieces are those which prompt the most visceral initial reactions, and continue to demand those same involuntary responses every time I lay my eyes on […]
Alan Bennett once wrote, “The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.” I’d had that experience through books, poetry and words, but had been struggling deeply with an ineffable reality of constant pain.