7 Reece Mews is a book of photographs by Perry Odgen taking place in Francis Bacon's workshop in London just after he died in 1992. Odgen spent three days alone in the studio in order to understand (or desunderstand) how his photographs should exists. The result is a description of a space by a juxtaposition of pieces assembled in the reader's imagination in order to compose a whole.This chaotic subterranean - the studio is on first floor but the side window is clogged, only the ceiling window is furnishing natural light - fits perfectly with Deleuze description of Bacon's attitude in The Logic Of Sensation (see former post for an excerpt) about a new painting starting not with a white canvas but with a fulfill canvas that the painter has to free from superfluous elements.
The photographs transcribe well the influences and references used by Francis Bacon in his work. In this sea of documents, you find book on Velasquez or Seurat, pictures of wrestlers, of himself, of nude models, of his former paintings, chronophotographs etc. just like this mess was nothing else than Bacon's mind itself materialized on the floor and on the walls, and the painting just being a selected frame of this monad.
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