The painter's eye

Women were adored by the painter's brush in 19th century Europe. I just finished looking through some of my books on 19th century painting. Wouldn't it have been nice to sit in a warm studio, bathed in natural light, as a painter worked to bring out a woman's beauty through his art? Here's a poem about how a modern day woman's soul may blossom if she could be transported back to an inviting, 19th century studio.

Portrait

Sighs fill my air
Mirror self looks worn
Smile breaks off
fresh girl no more.

Divide time's curtain
Portrait still I sit
Painter's eye extracts
Beauty blooms through.

Grace raises posture
Female form revered
Eyes brighten for notice
Hands framing face.

The painter knew how to unearth the beauty within all of his female subjects. Sitting for the portrait must have also been liberating for a woman during those restrictive times.

Smile when you see beautiful you in the mirror this morning :) See what the painter would see.

You should see how crazy my hair looks today! Where is my portrait painter anyway?