Before I leave this subject finally, a last word of explanation. I would
not dream of assuming that all artists reach a crabbed and repetitive old
age. Bunting is an obvious case of late efflorescence that I admire, and if
I put my mind to it I'd come up with many more. Like Papa Haydn.
I shall now retreat into my burrow and throw barbs at passing
experimentalists.
Tony
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> Asunto: Re: Stein and others
> Fecha: 05 August 1998 14:52
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> Apart from very late on, when Picasso was next door to senile, his
> post-1935 work usually has a something, a spark of humour, a grace of
gesture,
> blah blah. I'd rather look at it than, say, middle period John Bratby.
> Doesn't it mean anything to see a great artist playing out his/her life?
Are
> we to say Brigglatts -- aargh! Gerroff Ric! Gerroff, I say. I love it,
mind
> my arm, I love it.
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