Charles. F. Stuckey, "Andy Warhol's Painted Faces", Art In America 68 ( May 1980): 102-111.
Bridget Berlin: Whose portrait are you doing?
Andy Warhol : Gunther Sachs.
BB: When [is] mine going to be finished? You promised me mine, I have it written.
AW: I owe you one?
AW: I didn't say when I was going to give it to you, It's in my Will. . . . A portrait of Bridgette [sic] Berlin goes to her when I die.
BB: How far have you got?
AW: I've got pretty far.
BB: How far?
AW: Pretty far. 1
In essence this conversation could have taken place between Picasso and Gertrude Stein, Reynolds and Mrs. Siddons, or Raphael and Castiglione. From the outset of a commission, portraitists and sitters both accept trying interpersonal relationships: impatience, curiosity, interference, disappointment, indignation. Many artists and patrons justifiably avoid portraits, but there are many who cannot resist the special appeal of a concentrated face-off. Whatever self-images sitters may hold in imagination, posing inevitably reveals unnoticed or even studiously concealed characteristics. For the artist, no more human challenge exists than to render the presence, purpose and fantasy of a face. Van Gogh, like