Monday, July 25, 2011

Lucian Freud

Lucian becomes a welcome distraction, a journey we walk with reverence because we see where the path ended. It was an honor to sit for him, to bare body and soul for someone who took both into consideration. Even in the not so obvious his studio seemed to glow and dim and glow again in what could only be considered a truth he found with intimacy.

He understood a need for comfort in a world where sometimes little could be expected and most times he would cook for those who accepted. He knew the aroma of potential could save a weary soul so he fed them as he painted them. A loving recognition, a thoughtful consideration.

The stories were his and theirs to share. We are left with the tracks he made on the trail.

For these I am grateful.

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