Wednesday, August 16

everything is said

There exists what we might call a sublime form of what is drawn, sublime because stripped of any scribbling, any lesion: the drawing instrument (brush, crayon, or pencil) descends on the sheet, makes contact—or hardens—there, that is all: there is not even the shadow of an incision, simply a touch: to the quasi-Oriental rarefaction of the slightly soiled surface (this is what the object is) corresponds the extenuation of the movement: it grasps nothing, it deposits, and everything is said.

-- Roland Barthes, on Cy Twombly, in The Responsibility of Forms
Translated by Richard Howard

Roland Barthes

Cy Twombly's Wilder Shores of Love