Bem, eu sou obrigado a terceirizar um comentário sobre Rembrandt, pois não me sinto à altura da tarefa. Então fiquem com o Robert Hughes, na New York Review of Books:

Then there are the numerous self-portraits. Rembrandt would be remembered as an extraordinary self-portraitist if he had died young at, say, forty-five. But he lived much longer and it is the work of his old age that one most admires: that intimate, unflinching scrutiny of his own sagging, lined, and bloated features, with the light shining from the potato nose and the thick paint: the face of a master, the face of a failure and a bankrupt. Life, and his own mismanagement of life, has bashed him but no one could say it has beaten him.

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