Lucian Freud: Real Lives exhibition at Tate Liverpool

Lucian Freud’s ‘Girl with a Kitten’ 1947 (The Lucian Freud Archive/Bridgeman Images)

Girl with a Kitten (1947): ‘decidedly uncomfortable’

(Image credit: The Lucian Freud Archive/Bridgeman Images)

Lucian Freud never had, as he put it, “a regular domestic life”. His sex life was, famously, “astonishingly active”, said Martin Gayford in Country Life: he was married twice and courted “a legion of lovers”; when asked how many children he had fathered, he would retort that he hadn’t “the slightest idea”. He gambled compulsively – once losing almost £1m in the course of a single lunch – and he loved mixing in both high and low society. “Freud’s subject matter was a continuation of his private life. His work is almost entirely concerned with what he knew and liked, both people and things.” Freud’s portraits were “largely of friends, lovers, wives, children and acquaintances”. A “remarkable array” of these have been gathered together for this exhibition at Tate Liverpool. On show is a selection of paintings and etchings Freud produced over the course of his long career, tracing his development as an artist from the late 1940s to his death in 2011. It is an explicitly personal career overview which overflows with “masterpieces”.

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There is something decidedly uncomfortable about many of the works here, said Alastair Smart in the Daily Mail. Freud left a trail of “damaged individuals” in his wake, many of whom are depicted in these portraits. Uneasy as the visitor might feel about this, there’s no denying that they make for “fascinating subjects”. In one of the earliest works, 1947’s Girl with a Kitten, Freud’s first wife Kitty stares out of the composition with “wide-eyed apprehension”, refusing to meet our gaze. She grips the titular cat “so tightly around the neck that it’s almost being strangled”; the gesture hints at her “troubled psychological state”. Much later, in Girl in a Striped Nightshirt (1983-85), the sixtysomething Freud is still exploring familiar territory, capturing his much younger lover Celia Paul lying in bed. The “disconnect between the pair is clear” from the way she directs her eyes towards the mattress, avoiding eye contact with the artist; her nightshirt, you note, “is buttoned right up to the very top”. But there are moments of levity, too: at one point, we encounter a photograph of Freud performing an uncharacteristically “playful” headstand on a bed to amuse his teenaged daughter, Bella.

This excellent exhibition shows Freud in a new light, said Waldemar Januszczak in The Sunday Times. Most retrospectives devoted to him are dominated by the huge, inelegantly posed nudes for which he is probably best known. Here, the curators sidestep them to focus on the more delicate, inventive aspects of his work. It’s a relief after “the packed Freudian bodyfests of recent years”. His etchings are a particular revelation, almost “Rembrandtesque in their thoughtfulness”: a beautiful etched portrait of his long-time studio assistant David Dawson, for instance, captures him staring out of the frame with palpable “mournfulness”. Elsewhere, some of his “most notorious sitters” – including the Australian performance artist Leigh Bowery and Freud’s own mother, both of whom he generally tended to depict as forbidding figures – are represented “warmly and empathetically” in close-up portraits that are “pleasingly simple and shorn of confrontation”. All in all, this is an excellent exhibition that presents “a nicer, less cruel side to Freud than the one that is usually served up”.