These are some of the paintings and drawings by Freud that I fell in love with when I was learning to paint. I made portraits of myself and family members that were pastiches of the pictures above. These all come from around the time of the end of the second world war, something Freud as a refugee Jew felt rather keenly. These pictures are all based on scrupulously direct observation. The paintings that he did from his imagination just prior to these were devoted most often to his fellow refugees, but those without the benefits of his family’s privilege. The people who sat for the portraits above and below were mostly friends, fellow painters, family, and traveling companions.