I can be obsessive. When something (or someone) captures my interest, I can be consumed with near fanatical passion. For the past two weekends, I have, without luck, been searching for a particular print from Cy Twombly's Rose Collection. I believe Roses was the last exhibition before his death this past July. Twombly certainly has his detractors (what artist doesn't) but I love his childlike expression of color and the lyrical scribbles of poetry scrawled through many of his paintings. He makes me want to paint again!