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Lucian Freud, the greatest painter of our times, has passed on. In a profile of him in The Guardian a few years back, a writer compared him to the old masters, the likes of Titian or Velázquez, and noted: The sensuality of Freud is of chilly underheated studios, dirty rags, London.  Exactly so. And thatContinue reading “The master of raw life: Lucian Freud”