I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...

 

It is just there. Like a wrinkled Zen being. It is not suffering, it is not quizzical, it is not pretty but it is not ugly. It just IS. And that is not only great, but an amazing counterpoint to his idiot grandfather. (you know, the cocaine crazed sexually frustrated sickman fraud)

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

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Lucian Ferud - The human condition

Lucian frauds' nude advanced age self portrait is one of the most honest paintings that I know, and would easily rank in the top three in the list of honest creations in any format and media. It is just there. Like a wrinkled Zen being. It is not suffering, it is not quizzical, it is not pretty but it is not ugly. It just IS. And that is not only great, but an amazing counterpoint to his idiot grandfather. (you know, the cocaine crazed sexually frustrated sickman fraud)

Lucian took his grandfather work to a completely different level, not labeling and trying to shove round pegs to square holes, not prying with a surgical knife in people's egos and making serious faces with the obligatory suit and beard combo uniform.
Lucian was documenting the psychological, showing the magic that happens inside people, between people, between people and the painter, and the ones I like most? Between people and their dogs. And as I always say, in dog we trust.
 
  What do I ask of a painting? I ask it to astonish, disturb, seduce, convince."
   
  His technique was impeccable, his brushstrokes divine, his coloring sublime. So? We have a lot of great painters. Really. If you look at history, being good is not really a problem. But Lucian Freud? He was human. The skin on his subjects was not perfectly painted, it was alive, it was crawling with everything that runs under it, blood, feelings, guts, life.
 
  I love the way he uses blotches and wide brush strokes in an almost cubistic manner to create the skin textures and thus the three dimensional feeling of the person. But the reason it impresses me most is not because of the 3D effect. Give me 17th century painters for that perfect illusion. It is the fact that it truly feels like it is moving, like someone twitching and turning under the canvas, creating light and shade as their limbs stretch the canvas membrane, the skin's membrane.
   
  When I look at a body it gives me choice of what to put in a painting, what will suit me and what won't. There is a distinction between fact and truth. Truth has an element of revelation about it. If something is true, it does more than strike one as merely being so."
   
  When you look at Lucian Freud work you cannot think to yourself – now this is one sick sick guy. True to his family namesake, he is nothing but normal. Eh…wait…sorry, forget that. I have just fallen into the same trap his grandfather wasted a full career in.

Lucian Freud is the healthiest person I know. True, he paints nude people, usually not beautiful nude people, in positions which look strange, unnatural and twisted. But then again, first the whole idea of 'natural pose' was dictated to us by renaissance painters and sculptures. Have you ever seen anyone actually sitting like a Caravaggio painting? Or a Michelangelo? No way.
 
 

And second, Lucian's poses are extremely natural. When I look at his work as a whole I can see it clearly now. A large part of it, and the ones people usually remember, are just people sleeping without air-condition that's all. People sleeping with their legs open wide and a hand over their face? Grandpa Freud would have a field day, but the much much smarter Lucian? He just paints life. Look at his paintings and tell me this is not how you sleep on a hot Sunday morning, when you cover your eyes from the sun coming in trying to wake you up against your will, and the room is getting hotter so you spread your legs to give your sweaty balls some cool relief.

And THAT is why I love Lucian Freud.
Honest. Direct. And so talented.
I was never a great painter. I tried for several years but was only very good and never remarkable so I moved on to other medias. But when I DID try? He was one of my real idols.

Since the model he so faithfully copies is not going to be hung up next to the picture, it is of no interest whether it is an accurate copy of the model. "
 
Lucian Freud died recently in old age, and we are left here with fartlike post modern installation made by people who follow the teaching of the wrong Freud. Woe is me.