
Arthur C. Danto
I HAVE BEEN STRUCK by how often those who have written about Cy Twombly expressed regret that they had never met him. Since I had the singular good fortune to have been Cy’s guest in Italy in 1996, two years after the tremendous retrospective organized by Kirk Varnedoe at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, it occurred to me that there must be a general interest in knowing how he lived and what he was like. Cy was not an easy man to get to know, but once I made it past the barriers of his somewhat princely personality, he got to be a friend. I have never kept a diary and am at an age to forget