Francis Bacon (1909-1992) was arguably the most eminent British painter of the 20th century. He consistently rejected all attempts at categorization and almost all analytical comment on his disturbing images. He also refused to allow individual discussions of his paintings in exhibition catalogues. This book, which accompanies the first major retrospective exhibition in America since the artist's death, is a complete departure from anything published in the past.Three prominent Bacon scholars are given uninhibited voice in essays packed with a wealth of new material. They shed light on Bacon's private life and, more importantly, on his working methods, about which he was particularly secretive. Individual commentaries are provided on each colorplate, and three significant interviews with the artist are reprinted in their entirety.The illustrations include a number of late works and numerous documentary photographs that have never before been reproduced. The traveling exhibition was organized by the Trust for Museum Exhibitions.
Reproductions can't really do justice to Bacon's colors or brushstrokes; seeing a Bacon in person you may be surprised by the subtlety of his craft. Nonetheless this book has been an important resource to me over the years.
Bacon is something of a personal hero of mine. It still seems incredible to me that a man like Bacon, painting what he painted, the way that he painted, could be widely regarded as one of the greatest artists of the xxth century. Gay as fuck - not exactly flaming, he has nothing to do with the canonical ironies and frills of camp, more like suppurating. After all pornography is probably the most authentic form of gay culture.