The man who painted everyone
In 1796 the most sought-after painter in America deliberately left a portrait unfinished — and made a small fortune off the decision.
The sitter was George Washington. Stuart painted the President's head and shoulders, brilliant and alive, against a bare brown ground — and then stopped. He never finished it and never handed it over. He had realized something: as long as the original stayed in his studio, he could copy it again and again and sell each copy. He reportedly priced the replicas at a hundred dollars apiece and called them his "hundred-dollar bills." He painted dozens of them — accounts say somewhere around fifty to a hundred, and the higher figures are probably inflated by retelling.
That is the kind of man Stuart was: gifted, charming, and chronically, almost cheerfully broke.
He was born in Rhode Island in 1755, the son of a Scottish immigrant in the snuff-making trade. He sailed to London as a young man and, in 1777, became a protégé of Benjamin West — the expatriate American painter who trained a whole generation. Stuart learned fast. In 1782 a single full-length portrait, The Skater, a gentleman gliding across a frozen pond, lifted him to fame almost overnight. Commissions poured in. So did debts. By 1787 he had fled to Dublin to dodge his English creditors, where, in his biographer's phrase, he "painted and accumulated debt with equal vigor."
In 1793 he came home to America with a plan as simple as it was shrewd: paint George Washington, and let every other commission in the country follow. It worked. He settled in Philadelphia, then the seat of government, and the founders lined up. Stuart painted the first six Presidents and roughly a thousand people in all. He set the standard for what an American portrait looked like — and still left his family so deep in debt that he was buried in an unmarked grave, bought cheaply.