I got together with a couple of girlfriends for coffee. One of the ladies brought a folder with photos of paintings she had done. In it was a photo of this little girl. I was intrigued by the Rembrandt lighting in the photo, as well as the timeless look of the child.
“I have to paint her!” I exclaimed. Shelly promptly removed the photo from her folder and handed it to me with her blessing.
I call her Lisa Mona because, I don’t know the model’s name and like the Mona Lisa, she looks at you wherever you are in the room.