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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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July 21, 2011

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That's a lovely sketch. I, too, hope you will do more.

Not about Freud, but I wanted to say how much I appreciated your earlier chat about Absalom, Absalom!, which (the book) I just finished reading.

Oh no. I heard the news just now, from your blog. I'd no idea he was ill, nor so old.

I admired Freud too. I loved the fleshy weight of his figures, and what he was able to do with canvas and brush. Somehow, to me, his subjects seemed made heavy with a certain grave human love, and I can't think of many other living painters with such a gift.

Thank you for voicing that reminder.

A strange coincidence. I'd never heard of Lucian Freud until this Tuesday when, at the Met, Y.O. and I walked through a gallery full of Freud's nudes. It was not a permanent gallery but an exhibition, and not having seen those paintings before Y was excited, so much so that he asked the museum official in the room why they weren't publicizing it more. Perhaps now they will.

The sketch is lovely, yes.

Beth, thanks for the news and for your always thoughtful words about the late artist and his importance. The reminder to just do one's art too! I went to the Guardian (for those like me who don't have a NYT subscription) and enjoyed their article, obituary and slide show.

Beth, I too am sorry to see him go. As you know (from my post about after seeing his big retrospective in Paris last year) I wasn't a big admirer of his work, apart from a few examples. Not because of his subject matter, which was the same as a that of a whole museum-full of classical artists, but because of what (in my eyes) was the coldness of his palette and of his perception. While I really admire his handling of paint and his drawing, I don't see his work as sensuous at all. And I don't mean that I look for sentimentality - not in the least (I don't like Renoir as I find him too sweet!). But Freud seems to me to possess pure skill without...um...without...? Not sure what the right word is so I'll leave a blank.
However, thank goodness for artists like him, obsessed, 100 % dedicated, with the energy and egoism to keep at it for a lifetime. I wish I had even a quarter of that dedication!

Nice tribute to him! Interesting to see Natalie's take on his work as well.

And a lovely story about the elderly friend... Going joyfully on is good.

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