Francis Bacon's paintings of men wrestling, his screaming popes, the bloody animal carcasses ....
It is not so much that I hate
these paintings, more that I am sometimes repelled by his images.
Bacon is somewhat paradoxical choice, because I admire his creative & technical abilities hugely.
But on a bad day, some of these violent, tortured, twisted images, the futility & despair, the relentless darkness ... just depress the hell out of me ....
Which his the point, I know ... the futility of our existences .
So I do "get" him, but, you know .... the unrelenting bleakness
can really get to you.