When I was at a fleamarket, in Paris, I purchased a painting of a beautiful French woman.
It's done in black and white with just a touch of red.
The seller told me the story of the artist, who lived in Paris, and who has only painted one subject for his whole career...and that was always his wife. AND....he only sees and paints her now as he remembers her, and as he sees her in his mind's eye....beautiful and young, although they've been married 50 years. Isn't that precious!
I just picked up the painting from having it framed and I remembered that my husband took picture of me, long ago when I was 18 yr. old...and printed it in black and white....and when I held it next to my French lady painting, we were both at the same angle...the same black and white....the same photo of a young woman in profile.
My husband and I have been married 41 years now, so this photo was taken a long time ago....but I like to think that he still sees me, as the French artist views his bride and muse....
as the woman he fell in love with all those years ago.