How much do I love the paintings of Lucian Freud? Enough that I once flew half-way across the world in 2002 to attend the Tate Britain retrospective. Enough that I once organized a romantic holiday in Venice so it coincided with the Freud retrospective there. Enough that I have a shelf of books and catalogs on his work. Enough that my other half would wake me to tell me he'd died. The world feels smaller to me today.
"A painter must think of everything he sees as being there entirely for his own use and pleasure. ... And, since the model he faithfully copies is not going to be hung up next to the picture, since the picture is going to be there on its own, it is of no interest whether it is an accurate copy of the model." -- Lucian Freud