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Lucian Freud: New Perspectives, National Gallery review - a powerful punch in the gut | reviews, news & interviews

Lucian Freud: New Perspectives, National Gallery review - a powerful punch in the gut

Lucian Freud: New Perspectives, National Gallery review - a powerful punch in the gut

The complexity of human relationships laid bare in centenary show of the artist who always disturbs

Lucian Freud, 'Reflection with Two Children (Self-portrait)', 1965 Museo Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid © The Lucian Freud Archive / Bridgeman Images / photo Museo Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid

There stands Lucian Freud in Reflection with Two Children (Self-portrait), 1965 (main picture) towering over you, peering mercilessly down. Is that a look of scorn on his face or merely one of detachment? His two kids seem to be squirming and giggling beneath their father’s unblinking stare. Who wouldn’t be, especially when the huge lamps hanging overhead are reminiscent of an interrogation chamber? All the better to see you with, my dear.

Portraits, or rather paintings of people, were Lucian Freud’s speciality. He spent 70 years relentlessly scrutinising his own and his sitter’s faces and bodies and recording what he saw in paintings whose visceral power is like a punch in the gut.

Lucian Freud Double Portrait 1985-6 Oil on canvas 79 × 89 cm Private collection © The Lucian Freud Archive. All Rights Reserved 2022 / Bridgeman ImagesCelebrating the centenary of Freud’s birth, the National Gallery’s retrospective confirms him to be a colossus of 20th century art. The artist had a close association with the gallery and one purpose of this exhibition is to show his work in the context of the great portraits of the past, to which he often looked for inspiration and ideas.

But there’s a significant difference between his relationship with his sitters and that of old masters like Titian, Holbein or Van Dyck. Freud’s approach is without deference; he never attempts to flatter or aggrandise. The clearest example is his portrait of the late Queen from 2001. Not only is the monarch tiny, but Freud is looking down at her; and despite having a crown perched on her head, there is nothing majestic about her image. On the contrary, she looks slightly ridiculous. For all the dignity he bestows on her, this queen could be a turnip or a cabbage!

Lucian Freud Girl in a Green Dress 1954 Oil on board 32.5 × 23.6 cm Arts Council Collection, Southbank Centre, London © The Lucian Freud Archive. All Rights Reserved 2022 / Bridgeman ImagesNearly all his encounters in the studio seem full of tension; there’s a power struggle going on. Beneath his gaze, his sitters appear uniquely vulnerable – stripped bare often both literally and metaphorically. In Double Portrait 1986 (pictured above right), the sitter covers her eyes and tries to sleep, as though to shield herself from prying eyes. Even though she is dressed, staring at her still feels like an act of trespass, a gross intrusion of privacy. Gazing at the dog lying beside her, on the other hand, creates no such embarrassment; the animal displays no discomfort at being observed. Perhaps lacking the self-awareness that can plague us, he is completely at ease.

Freud’s early paintings are exquisite in their limpid clarity; built up in translucent layers through which the eye can penetrate, they make you feel as if you can get under the sitter’s skin. A tender portrait of his new wife, the author Lady Caroline Blackwood, Girl in a Green Dress, 1954 (pictured above left) creates a mood of nervous introspection. We are too close for comfort and, while Caroline’s right eye looks steadily ahead, the other glances sideways as if seeking some means of escape.

Painted in chilly shades of grey, his portrait of the artist John Minton, 1952 suggests extreme unease. The tilt of the head, the bony angularity of the features and the anxiety in his eyes suggest that the sitter is almost suicidal.

Freud was born in Berlin in 1922, grandson to the psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. The family fled the Nazis and came to Britain in 1933. Freud vehemently rejected the idea of having any links with Germany, but these early paintings share the almost surreal intensity of work by Neue Sachlichkeit (New Objectivity) artists like Christian Schaad and Otto Dix and their encapsulation of collective fear and disquiet.

Lucian Freud Sleeping by the Lion Carpet 1996 Oil on canvas 228 × 121 cm The Lewis Collection © The Lucian Freud Archive. All Rights Reserved 2022 / Bridgeman ImagesIn 1954 Freud began painting standing up and gradually changed his technique. In place of delicate washes of subtle colour, he began lathering on the paint, often building up the surface until it becomes encrusted with dabs of oil. Close to, the canvases are clogged and inert, but stand back and, miraculously, they cohere into three-dimensional depictions.

I’ve always disliked the opacity of these clotted surfaces, which can make his sitter’s flesh look scabby and leprous; but one of the joys of seeing the paintings in such large rooms is that you have the space to realise how powerful they are from a distance.

There’s nothing comfortable about any of these encounters, though. It’s as if Freud wants you to question who has the right to look at whom. Who is in control and how much does looking tell you, anyway? In Sleeping by the Lion Carpet, 1996 (pictured above right) he contrasts the mountainous flesh of the slumbering Sue Tilley with the agile bodies of hunting lions, woven into the rug behind her. Even though she must have given consent, the juxtaposition feels insulting and exploitative – a deliberate provocation.

And he likes to complicate the relationship between artist and sitter in unexpected ways. As though to make things seem unstable, in Two Men, 1988 he tilts up the picture plane to the point where the couple on the bed look as if they are sliding down a lift shaft. Look again at Reflection with Two Children (Self-portrait) (main picture) and you realise the kids are not standing beside the artist but are in front of a large self-portrait; the artist is not staring at us, but peering down at his own reflection. He is both in the picture and outside it at the same time.

Lucian Freud Painter Working, Reflection 1993 Oil on canvas 101.6 × 81.9 cm The Newhouse Collection © The Lucian Freud Archive. All Rights Reserved 2022 / Bridgeman ImagesReflections crop up repeatedly; Freud is often to be seen painting himself in a mirror. Reflection also means taking stock, of course, and Freud uses the word to equate painting with introspection – with assessing the self. And when he strips naked to portray his scrawny, 71-year-old body (pictured left) with the same dispassion as he views everyone else, one can forgive his eagle-eyed analysis. Far from being an act of humility, though, the painting is a vanitas in that it refers to Michelangelo’s depiction of St Bartholomew on the Sistine Chapel ceiling. The saint was flayed alive and, in one hand, he holds the offending knife (Freud brandishes a palette knife) and, in the other, his flayed skin onto which Michelangelo has painted a self-portrait. Freud is comparing himself, unashamedly, with the Renaissance master.

When he curated an Artist’s Eye exhibition at the National Gallery in 1987, he wrote: "What do I ask of a painting? I ask it to astonish, disturb, seduce, convince." No matter what you think of his chutzpah, you have to agree that he achieved all of those objectives. I always long for an exhibition that will open my eyes to something I’d not understood or not known before. And this is it. Seeing so much of his work together, reveals Freud as a far more complex and interesting artist than I had suspected. And since it forms part of a quest to interrogate the complexity of human relationships, I can forgive the arrogance of his vision and marvel at the brutal power of his pictures.

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