wyndham-lewis

But ‘art’ is not anything serious or exclusive: it is the smell of oil paint, Henri Murger’s Vie de Boheme, corduroy trousers, the operatic Italian model: but the poetry, above all, of linseed oil and turpentine.
—  Wyndham Lewis, Tarr
You as a Fascist stand for the small trader against the chain-store; for the peasant against the usurer; for the nation, great or small, against the super-state; for personal business against Big Business; for the craftsman against the Machine; for the creator against the middleman; for all that prospers by individual effort and creative toil, against all that prospers in the abstract air of High Finance or of the theoretic ballyhoo of Internationalism.
—  Wyndham Lewis 

Nigel Tangye (1946). Wyndham Lewis (English, 1882-1957). Oil paint on canvas. Tate.

Nigel Tangye (1908/9-1988) was a senior and well known pilot during the war, and an author of short stories and travel books. He is shown writing with a book nearby. The portrait was commissioned by the sitter’s wife, the actress Ann Todd. She thought the portrait appeared too hard in the face, and asked Lewis to soften it; he apparently was not upset by this, although she was not certain that he made changes.