Today in my dentist's office I
picked up a copy of Robb's magazine, (wanting to see how rich folks
live), and I was struck by a photo and story of a recent art auction
at Christies in NYC. That triggered a memory of an event of many
years past. I was sitting in Miss Varina Elliot's French class in
Lexington High School. Wishing I were somewhere else, as was the
young lad who sat in front of me. He was sketching, on a sheet of
lined notebook paper, his rendition of the anatomy of a human hand,
as far as I was concerned he had "done it right! I commented on it
and he shrugged and tore it from the notebook and passed it back to
I tucked it in my notebook and ultimately it would end up on my
bedroom wall and later, who knows? My mother, likely not having an
appreciation of the anatomy of a hand, quite possibly pitched it,
sorrowfully it is much too late to ask her.
That probably was my last contact with Cy Twombly as I later left
for school in another state. Years later in another Dentists office
the only reading material was Vanity Fair. I was astounded to find a
multi-page article on Cy Twombly. In the years since I have tried to
keep up with his career, even going so far as to buy, what was
purportedly a Pastel with signature by Cy,. for what was a little
too much money for me, especially after having it matted and framed.
My wife informed my there was no good place in our house to hang it.
Oh, about the recent art auction at Christies mentioned earlier, the
painting by Cy sold for 69 million dollars plus! At least I could
tell my dentist I actually knew Cy once. I am sorry that he died
before I could tell him I had one of his works. He likely would not
have asked me what had happened to the one he gave me earlier!