
Illustration after "Oedipus and the Sphinx after Ingres" by Francis Bacon, 1983.
Notes on Francis Bacon paintings from the book Interviews with Francis Bacon by David Sylvester: Oxford, Alden Press, 1997. Mexico City, spring 2012 / God and help.
“That afternoon there was a party of tourists at the Terrace and looking down in the water among the empty beer cans and dead barracudas, a woman saw a great long white spine with a huge tail at the end that lifted and swung with the tide (…)
—What’s that?— she asked a waiter and pointed to the long backbone of the great fish that was now just garbage waiting to go out with the tide.
—Tiburón—, the waiter said. —“Shark”— He was meaning to explain what had happened.
—I didn’t know sharks had such handsome, beautifully formed tails.
—I didn’t either— her male companion said
The Old man and the Sea, Ernest Heminway
Hemingway’s character lived the toughest test that any human being could endure: the terrible effort that pays nothing, the lost fight as a metaphor for life. At the end of the story, the confusion of terms is a beautiful allegory: tragic destiny or romantic beauty?, success or failure? What is the idea drawn between art and life? It seems that heredity and subsequent 18th-century historic construction was a permanent condition in modern aesthetics, the emotional conflict as an art-creation device. The meaning of life itself as pure and creative. Why beauty attributes act as half-sister of pain and suffering? In contrast, why we relate the concept of beauty with a state of satisfaction or good fortune? The italian art theorizer Umberto Eco, explains that beauty is what makes us happy, although, always distant from worldly desires and pleasures, 1 idealization thus becomes as the mechanism by which we build a relationship between the beautiful and spiritual sensations, as the surrounding nature and organic living within us. The contradiction shows up on the inner vault, the beauty disturbs the space, doesn’t respect, nor seeks. A mess of sand, sea, and blood, breaks and sublime it. Heading to Hemingway: the description of the carcass and torn big fish flesh allow us to intuit what the old man knew only by that great desire and memory; everything else will be subsequent inventions, comfortable and streamlined logic.
The cuban poet Lezama Lima used to say that image is an absolute value because it is the last of the possible stories, containing the virtual image for every tale. All conception that reveals itself as an image is permanent, as all radical and final modernity. The image is voracity of the form and a “momentum” toward likeness with itself. The image is not only idea, form and shape; when someone conquers the image, as Lezama Lima’s said, perpetuates it. Therefore, the artist must drive us through poetry and the meaning to understand and embrace the moment suspended between raw passion and world’s knowledge, causes and consequences. Francis Bacon was an expert on this subtle game. There is no other 20th-century artist who has handled so masterfully issues around the existential angst and drama of the human behavior. He saw the flesh as vital matter, a symbol of life and death, haunted by memories of the crucifixion, everyday wounds and life traumas.
Following the tradition of Western aesthetics, Bacon used —in most of his paintings— a religious style hierarchy, where the main figure is large and centered, surrounded by secondary figures and its convergent approach. Bacon seized and reinterpreted this ranking, bringing the experience to the concept of a triptych, where the panels take on specific values, such as rhythm, function, control, active and passive. We are then, faced towards situations that live with structural symbiosis, where center panel is not attributed to the leading role, and where its “witnesses” work altogether to build the story. The painter (not the artist) denied the abstract and promptly rejected the illustrative language out of his work, using the instinct as method to achieve the interest of the audience, approaching through the nervous system, avoiding all kind of rational conclusive parameters. The Heroic became a usual theme in his work, but this was a revolt meat heroism, confused-matter originated from the most primitive instincts: hippo skin, popes, love affairs, suffer and long-screams caught it in expressionist battleships.
According to Bacon, the transgression spirit have reached the end of the rope, however, painting will always remain as a unique current asset in the art world, offering to every generation the opportunity to achieve an order, always departing from the accident as a creative-start on:
“Why, after the great artist, do people ever try to do anything again? Only because, from generation to generation, through what the great artists have done, the instincts change. And, as the instincts change, so there comes a renewal of the feeling of how can I remake this thing once again more clearly, more exactly, more violently (…) I believe that art is recording”. 2
The art has become the recording of human behavior, the possibility to convey dual experiences in order to manage the mess in a complex global society:
“I don’t want to avoid telling a story, but I want very, very much to do the thing that Paul Valéry said —to give the sensation without the boredom of its conveyance”. 3
For now, Bacon turns into the exhausted old man, wear out from the constant fight: a hard and tough body refusing to surrender the forces of nature, owner of a contradictory philosophy and an exhilarated despair that led him among poor slum pubs and sophisticated cocktail parties. The artist —as Bacon experience himself— remains still as the tormented character that Baudelaire uses as allegory at the end of the last century, the dandy as epic prototype of modern subjectivity. The imagination of the cursed poet, classless, the subhuman character in front of the rising and hesitant bourgeoisie embodying what was lost, wasting his talent between brothels and alcohol abuse, constantly blessed with the gift of primordial and authentic experiences. 4 Bacon was an old man itself, smiling into the sky pretending to be the fearless being, full of sweat, blood and sand, waiting for the next predator, knowing that soon enough he’d be sold for a few thousand quids… with full awareness that he symbolized the last modern utopia, scorning —seemingly— any sign of mysticism surrounding the painter’s life.
1. Umberto Eco, Historia de la belleza (Barcelona: Editorial Lumen, 2005) 10 / 2. David Sylvester, Interviews with Francis Bacon (Oxford: Alden Press, 1997) 59-60. / 3. Ibid. 65. / 4. Willy Kautz, Yo uso perfume para ocupar más espacio (Mexico: MACG, 2010) 5




















