The friend who told me yesterday about Lucian Freud's death followed
up with links to YouTube clips from a 2010 British TV profile.
You
might well enjoy this documentary on Freud by Jake Auerbach. (It gets
better after the introduction when the sitters and children speak.)
This man plainly did some damage. I wonder if the posted film will get taken down soon. An earlier film on Frank Auerbach was removed for licensing reasons.
[My friend was right, of course, and
the clips (briefly posted here) were promptly taken down. So Lucian Freud's death was not in vain. It taught me
to steer clear of posting YouTube clips. They are inherently unstable,
as this blog is not.]
Later, I sent my friend an answering email:
Yes
I watched the three clips, everybody talking as if L.F. were John
Lennon. I think the aristocrats were the most believable because the
fame thing didn't overawe them so much. The Duchess of Devonshire I know
well by repute, Deborah Mitford, youngest of the six famous Mitford
sisters, and herself a prolific writer. The Brigadier, Andrew Parker
Bowles, was for most of their adult life the husband of Camilla Parker
Bowles who is now married to Prince Charles (she was official Royal
Mistress throughout the Prince's notorious first marriage). Hockney
always comes across as purely stupid, I think he really honestly is
that stupid. And then there were all those women – the daughters and lovers –
used briefly (like paper tissues) and attempting to make the most of their
moments in The Presence, oh dear oh dear. Francis Bacon did not hurt
nearly so many people. He was certainly no more humane, but ended up
doing less damage simply because he did not require live models (and
did not father packs of children in whom he took no interest).