Francis Bacon A Figurative Painter ‘That Man Who Paints Those Dreadful Pictures’
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Francis Bacon (28 October 1909 — 28 April 1992) was an Irish-born British figurative painter known for his bold, graphic and emotionally raw imagery. Bacon’s painterly but abstracted figures typically appear isolated in glass or steel geometrical cages set against flat, nondescript backgrounds. His breakthrough came with the 1944 triptych Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion, and it was this work and his heads and figures of the late 1940s through to the mid-1950s that sealed his reputation as a notably bleak chronicler of the human condition.

(Francis Bacon) – You see, painting has now become, or all art has now become completely a game, by which man distracts himself. What is fascinating actually is, that it’s going to become much more difficult for the artist, because he must really deepen the game to become any good at all.

(Francis Bacon) – An illustrational form tells you through the intelligence immediately what the form is about, whereas a non-illustrational form works first upon sensation and then slowly leaks back into the fact.

(Francis Bacon) – The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

(Francis Bacon) – I don’t think people are born artists; I think it comes from a mixture of your surroundings, the people you meet, and luck.

(Francis Bacon) – I paint for myself. I don’t know how to do anything else, anyway. Also I have to earn my living, and occupy myself.

(Francis Bacon) – I need the city; I need to know there are people around me strolling, arguing, f**king—living, and yet I go out very rarely; I stay here in my cage.

(Francis Bacon) – I should have been, I don’t know, a con-man, a robber or a prostitute. But it was vanity that made me choose painting, vanity and chance.

(Francis Bacon) – All artists are vain, they long to be recognised and to leave something to posterity. They want to be loved, and at the same time they want to be free. But nobody is free.

(Francis Bacon) – Some artists leave remarkable things which, a 100 years later, don’t work at all. I have left my mark; my work is hung in museums, but maybe one day the Tate Gallery or the other museums will banish me to the cellar…you never know.

(Francis Bacon) – Painting gave meaning to my life which without it it would not have had.

(Francis Bacon) – Picasso is the reason why I paint. He is the father figure, who gave me the wish to paint.

(Francis Bacon) – Picasso was the first person to produce figurative paintings which overturned the rules of appearance; he suggested appearance without using the usual codes, without respecting the representational truth of form, but using a breath of irrationality instead, to make representation stronger and more direct; so that form could pass directly from the eye to the stomach without going through the brain.

(Francis Bacon) – Picasso was one of that genius caste which includes Rembrandt, Michelangelo, Van Gogh and above all Velázquez.

(Francis Bacon) – Velázquez found the perfect balance between the ideal illustration which he was required to produce, and the overwhelming emotion he aroused in the spectator.

(Francis Bacon) – Images also help me find and realise ideas. I look at hundreds of very different, contrasting images and I pinch details from them, rather like people who eat from other people’s plates.

(Francis Bacon) – Before I start painting I have a slightly ambiguous feeling: happiness is a special excitement because unhappiness is always possible a moment later.

(Francis Bacon) – You could say that I have no inspiration, that I only need to paint.

(Francis Bacon) – The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture and a highly creative feverishness. It is not like a drug; it is a particular state when everything happens very quickly, a mixture of consciousness and unconsciousness, of fear and pleasure; it’s a little like making love, the physical act of love.