I was rather taken with the pleasant patterns arising from getting over my recent op for glaucoma when I looked beyond my easel and at the mirror the other day, and what with the rather ragged subject and the firm lines of the mirrors etc, painted 'Barrie may 2011, On stacking it away, I came across two other self portraits, the Byronic one, a dashed off water colour, cant remember when, and the soft coloured , perhaps painted 5 years ago.
Cheeky of me to bring in the name of Lucien Freud in the same breath as taking this ego trip, but I have been wondering if his passionate work was driven by desperate magical thinking to resurrect in earth colours lives lost in the Nazi camps. I find and like a relaxation in his paintings of plants
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