A wonderful lesson in seeing from Italy's retiring "Monk"
When Giorgio Morandi died at the age of 73 in 1964, he was, from the view of modern art that revolves around "movements" and historical groupings, a kind of seraphic misfit. He was not a joiner moved nowhere, did a little teaching, and spent most of the last 45 years of his life in a slightly musty, secluded flat in Bologna, the red-brick provincial city whose reluctant cultural ornament he had become. In all his life he stepped out of Italy only to cross the...
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