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.
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