I love his work. I saw several of his strongest pieces just out of art school, and about 5 years ago I saw the stunning retrospective of his work at the Met NY. The paintings... most dating from the late 1950s, 60s, and 70s had a freshness as if just painted yesterday. I like the contrast between the elegant architectural structure and the explosive expressionistic handling of the figures. His work blurs elements of photography, Baroque painting, Cubism, DeKooning, Rothko, and Pop Art. This painting based on one of Ingres' nudes absolutely screams:
His use of layers after layer of paint including florescent paint fueled my own use of florescents and paint layering.
This painting at the Guggenhein absolutely blew my mind. The central figure is violently gross... rivaling Grunewald's Crucifixion... but rather than being an image of an exploded body... it has a tactile... almost sculptural visceral presence... as if a body were exploded on the canvas surface. Yet... as vile as this may seem... its held together by the elegant structure of the composition.
One of the most disturbing aspects of Bacon's work is the manner in which he takes his own personal experiences... often quite perverted... and frames these within a structure that recalls religious icons or triptychs and elements from the very violent history of the 20th century. The title of this painting alludes to Aeschylus'
Oresteia, a trilogy of Greek tragedies concerning the murder of the Greek commander, Agamemnon by his wife, Clytemnestra and her lover and the subsequent murder of Clytemnestra by her son, Orestes. The blood lust of this trilogy is echoed in the red of the painting and the altarpiece-like structure. The ominous shadow of the central panel suggests the Erinyes or Furies... female chthonic deities of vengeance. But here the furies seemingly haunt Bacon's lover, George Dyer, who died pathetically upon the toilet.
Personally, Bacon's paintings are not the sort I would want hanging on my wall where I would see them everyday... but I do find them deeply unsettling and his handling of composition and paint more than impressive and this seems enough for me to acknowledge him as a fine painter.