It was sad to hear of the death of Lucian Freud. He was my favourite living British artist and I can still remember going to his exhibition at Tate Britain way back in 2002. The best description of his work is the one from Freud himself that accompanied the show:
“I paint people not because of what they are like, not exactly in spite of what they are like, but how they happen to be.”
He wasn’t cruel—he painted what he saw. What strikes me most is, I look at my fat ankles and my fat feet every morning and I think they look just like that painting. Even the skinny girls don’t look good, do they? He painted out of love.
Benefits Supervisor Sleeping is also one of the paintings in The Guardian’s gallery of Freud’s Life in Pictures.