Titled ‘Untitled’ – An Advent Journey

The Gagosian Gallery – Grosvenor Hill, London

I visited the Gagosian in London, one bright Saturday afternoon in Autumn.  There in the white minimalism of the L shaped room in the big new white building, I found many of Cy Twombly’s works hanging on the gallery walls.  These were not his photographs, rather a series of untitled works of art, generally created in 1969 at Balsena. In addition there were a number of 21st century Bronzes held to the floor by gravity.

The titles were mostly ‘untitled’.  I found it difficult to remember these titles and quickly scribbled notes in biro on my program to try to make sense of it all.  Perhaps that was my mistake.  Here then is a series of titles for the untitled. Which is which then ? = the numbers correspond to the original sequence at the gallery, now since packed away, but then that is the mystery of it all.  Like from the creation of the world through to Christmas, you just had to be there.


1. – Bronze – Creation

Theres a yellow thing sitting on the floor – its a massive work of creative power – where the oche paint of spirit covers the raw solid bronze shape from the casting fire.

2. – 2 and 1/2 – Adam and Eve

The two of them he created, Adam and Eve representing the first of the human race – a creative engine giving a little more than just the power of two.

3. – M’ Triangles – Fall of Man

Man is perhaps a prime copy of the original Man.

4. – Projection of a 3″ Jar – Noah’s Ark

There’s a vessel into which was poured two of each kind by Noah before the flood bore it off to a mountain to rest, waiting for the lands to reappear.  Jar’s have always had an electric connotation to them for me, either for preservation or for the storage of electrical charge.

5. – Fallen Jar – Shadow – Abraham

Abraham of course became the father of a new covenant following the fall of Adam .. so himself a shadow of the fallen Jar.

6. – Falling Jar – Smudge – Isaac

Isaac was a smudge in time following on from Abraham.

7. – Paper Jars, Helium Chalk Ascending Balloon – Jacob’s Ladder

If only Jacob could reach heaven easily.  Everything else is too much work. Helium should do the trick.  Is that a balloon ascending or a Jar Falling again.

8. – Green Finger Prints

Joseph and his colored coat, green paint perhaps, but he ended up down in a well, not really a Jar.

9. – Rock of Gibraltar — Bronze

Finally something solid, the rock of ages, Gibraltar rock, Moses mountain.

10. – Circular Eye Glasses

It took Samuel some time to hear the call, perhaps he was also a little blind, but eventually got to see the light, through a pair of eyeglasses.

11. – Jars Falling Finger Staff

Who was Jesse and why did he need a staff in anycase ?

12. – Comet Falling

This was all about David and Goliath, represented by a comet tail falling against a star.

13. – Green Square Frame

Framed he was, many of them were and I guess Solomon managed the scales of Jealousy and Justice equally well.

14. – ‘Untitled’

As Joseph was, being just a humble carpenter with hammer, setsquare and other tools of the trade.  Fantastic decision not to quit Mary, who was to become the most titled woman in the history of man.

15. – Stable White Jar – Mary

There it stood a chalky white jar,  calm and accepting not a mark on it’s surface, but filled with grace.

16. – Blue Page

John the baptist under a blue sky asked us all to turn a new page and get ready for what was to be writ new.

17.- Numbered Jars

O, The wisdom of Jesus

18.- Red Jar

O, Jesus is Lord

19. – Wrapped Spear – Bronze

O, Jesus is the Flower of Jesse – the bronze spear of a lilly

20. – Coloring Book

O, Jesus is Key of David

21. – Coloring Book

O, Jesus is the Radiant Dawn

22. – Coloring Book

O, Jesus is the King of the Gentiles

23. – Blue Lines Dripping — Purple Flowers

O, Jesus is Emmanuel – portent of the passion

25. – Drill with Square Shank – Bronze

O, Jesus is light of the world

Of course ART, particularly ‘untitled’ art is just begging to be titled, but thats the majesty of Cy Twombly.. you just cannot pin it to a wall, only your mind.





Brisbane River View – The Eagle

out there through the curtains of the 7th floor, through the window… other side of the river .. a tall fluted monument in that park.  Time for a walk.  It’s raining ! Not much.. don’t worry.. down the lift and out by the dawn.. Hotel lobby is quiet at least… slip out the front door in the quiet at 5:30am but its cool warm cool. No cars.  Round past the Breakfast Creek and up the road, down again and under the breakfast creek bridge, across to the Newstead park, past the ancient Cunningham fig crawling root fingers down the slope.  There’s white Jasmine on the bike path with a faint smell of romance from the night before.. A single hidden Kigelia,

KIGELIA TREE [African Origin]
with its weighty pods just waiting to drop.  All the while the Brisbane river snakes past upstream in slow bends and boats so quiet you cannot hear a slithering as the tide comes in.

Finally, up there on the hill in the park, the American Australian monument appears. Placed in memory of WWII, mainly for Kokoda and the battle of the Coral Sea, commemorated with an eagle atop a column among the magpies and butcher birds — perched up in the trees – not sleeping perhaps — just above the signs saying ‘watch out’.  An so the eagle watches out over the Brisbane river and beyond. Standing sentinel like a standing stone, menhir and like something akin to the figures on Easter Island, looking out from the grounds of Newstead House, where the Americans camped during the war.

Brisbane River at Dawn
Brisbane River at Dawn

But enough then, the sun is coming up and like others, it’s time to get to work for the day.

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The Never Never


Australia, Girt by not just the blue ocean, but by it’s inner unknown sea. All red dirt and tufts of grass for the ‘roos to eat and the lizards to hide. A car drives past. At night the sky’s milky light from millions of stars above.

there a tracks in the earth

of red at this center of mine

under the milky black galaxy’s face

where the night owl’s pass the time

my country where the gravity pulls

hard and hot to Uluru’s place

there the never never lies sublime

 ever in timeless endless space