Wandering down a street in London I bumped into a gallery with a Rembrandt and Bacon exhibition on. Mostly there were Bacon paintings, but there was also a terrific Rembrandt, and these two images. They’d been found on the floor of Bacon’s studio, and carefully filed away. The poor photos don’t do them justice but I was captured by the strong connection they have with the way Bacon paints, and the way these banal, greyscale, reproductions were transformed by (I assume) neglect.
I had to do some sneaky photography to get these copies. I wish galleries would realise that they own the objects, not the images.