Did You Know...

That Lucian Freud was Sigmund Freud's grand-son?  Not I, or if I did, it seemed like something that was an urban myth and coincidence.  In the same way that it seems confusing to me that Francis Bacon (the painter) has the name as the Elizabethan era philosopher.  

Watching a documentary about Lucian Freud (A Painted Life) in the background as I paint flowers from the farmers' market - potted begonias with a creamy color, green inside.  Since my cut flowers from my Monday turn at Sprout never last as long as I'd want, I thought that growing things might be a better investment of my stipend.  Depending on how my arrangement skills go tomorrow, maybe I'll bring home some flowering houseplants, instead...

After watching Sarah Sze's conversation with Paul Holdengräber (!) at the NYPL, where she speaks about Vermeer's skills of composition - a zigzag of attention up from mundane life to the incursion of light coming through a window - I'm trying to look at each of Freud's paintings with an eye to composition.  Thinking about the way that individual flowers could be manipulated in a bouquet, even as a painting, to fulfill compositional principles, but through some trial and error.  Maybe a little like Matisse's cut-paper collages.