By Andrew Bay, UK
In the late 1950s, Alberto Giacometti's studio in Paris was a safe heaven for some of the most important artists and writers of the 20th century. Jean Genet, the great novelist and playwright once said: "Giacometti's studio was a magic cauldron out of which he could conjure prodigious art, from a messy dump." Plaster mixed with paint and all sorts of scattered materials, filled the sculptor's apartment's floor, feeding his frenzy of creative outbursts. This chaos would eventually find its way onto a frame which would take a permanent form, great art inevitably grown from scraps and debris.
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