By Skye Sherwin
History remembers the artist as a Hitler sympathiser, but his guiding principle – as illustrated by this portrait, which the RA rejected – was a passion to agitate
Modernist poetry’s lanky luminary TS Eliot looks serious and far from comfortable in Wyndham Lewis‘s famed portrait. His face is a jigsaw puzzle of shadowy half-moons and sharp planes. The hands droop from the oversized suit, suggesting the subtle creepiness of a limp handshake.