Friday, June 26, 2009

I have never been the kind to give up things which obsess me.

I still get butterflies when I see people with specific kinds of teeth, I still like faces that are fleshy enough to be touched well and really well, I still choose an egg crate on the floor over a bed, still prefer shooting manually to automatic, hate turning in my own film and like to finish everything on my dinner plate.

And I still love Francis Bacon. I think about him every day, every day, I do.

3 comments:

Pain said...

For Bacon the mouth was the gateway to the Soul where Heaven and Hell give birth to Humanity.

steveowinlow said...

At first, I thought you were talking about this Francis Bacon:

"Men have sought to make a world from their own conception and to draw from their own minds all the material which they employed, but if, instead of doing so, they had consulted experience and observation, they would have the facts and not opinions to reason about, and might have ultimately arrived at the knowledge of the laws which govern the material world."

You are talking about his much later distant cousin.

Juanito said...

http://slowmuse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/portrait_1952-2.jpg

He's in NYC now.