Put an artist as esteemed as Jane McAdam Freud into a room full of junk and tell her to make what she can of it is like letting a hungry kid loose in a sweet shop.

This is what occurred in 2015 at Harrow School, that 400-year-old crusty but venerated private school, alma mater to Sir Winston Churchill, Lord Byron, Cecil Beaton and a large chunk of Britain’s establishment. Continue reading “Jane McAdam Freud – Object: Fix Me in Your Turquoise Gaze” →