“This will be a celebration of your rebirth!” said the artist.
Too right; after bearing five children for as well as mothering that old man, locked away in their villa…when he passed away it was like emerging from a cave into beautiful sunlit countryside.
Oh, he wasn’t all that bad, old Francisco. He’d been a good husband and father, and as a successful and reputable silk merchant had provided Lisa and her children with many fine clothes, but towards the end of his life, he’d required so much attention.
She had played so many parts – the pious daughter, the daddy’s girl, the faithful wife, the doting mother – now that her husband had died and left her what she was due, her future was looking very bright indeed. The thought pleased her greatly, and she couldn’t help but grin.
This painting would immortalize the purity of her joy, so she’d always remember.