I got a postcard in the post today. But while the address was correct, the recipient was not: it was addressed to Lucian Freud, the grandson of Sigmund and a famous painter in his own right (according to Wikipedia, in May 2008 one of his paintings was sold for $33.6 million!).
Did Lucian ever reside at my address? Unlikely -- our downstairs neighbours have been here since the 1960s and, as history professors, would be sure to have mentioned it to us. More interesting was the content (and yes, I admit to reading it; I was fascinated to see what someone would write to someone like him!). The front of the card was a sculpture by Rodin, and on the back the sender assured Lucian a current exhibition of Rodin artworks at an undisclosed location would more his taste. And that was it.
Lucian will never get his postcard, unfortunately. But the small peek into the world of a great artist made my day!
I'm off to Paris from tomorrow until next week. But I've scrounged up some of my favourite posts from the past to fill the gap. Hope you enjoy them!
1 comment:
Marsha
On Kensington Church St there's a row of shops on the other side from The Churchill, one of which is an off licence. If you go in there with the postcard and ask them, they might know where Lucien is. I've seen him go into that shop so he must live somewhere around you. Could be a story in that....good luck.
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