Cy Twombly died yesterday. Fortunately, he was one of those artists who managed to be brilliant AND live into old age. (quite a feat) When I studied Contemporary Art last year, there was plenty of work I was familiar with, and plenty of work I thought was o.k. The two names I discovered and really resonated with were Andy Goldsworthy and Cy Twombly. For some reason, Twombly's scratchy, scrawly, scribbles truly touched me. I never saw his work as pretentious or absurd, just really, really great. He is not everyone's cup of tea, in fact, that whole generation of American artists are fairly controversial. For me, however, I will always be grateful that he made his art. It has enriched my life tremendously.