The Brooklyn Rail

January 6, 2004

I begin to feel a slight apprehension as to what this picture will look like. Will I look ugly? Will I look old? Facing up to the facts of life, such as aging and mortality, are precisely the point of Lucian Freud’s type of painting—of course, we applaud it in Rembrandt, but I am not sure how I feel about the policy when it is applied to myself.