Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Rahina’s Portrait in a Dimly Lit Room



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It took only six days for Rahina’s portrait to arrive from Scotland. It’s stormy here this afternoon and the light level is low, but I couldn’t wait to take a picture of it on the first likely perch that presented itself. Seeing it in person, I’m convinced of one thing already: the man in this painting knows more about me than I do.

Rahina, thank you.

8 comments:

jasmin said...

lieber William, schön das dich das Original, erreicht hat, denn das ist doch etwas Anderes, man kann die Farben fühlen und es läßt einen anders bewerten, es ist etwas was überlebt, wenn unser kurzes Dasein, unser Begegnen uns verläßt, liebe Grüße Jasmin…

Artscapes said...

It looks quite at home. Love seeing the hat and books keeping it company. :D

William Michaelian said...

Elizabeth, with an expression this real, I suspect the portrait might even help me catch up on my reading....

Jasmin, looking at Rahina’s painting, I’m no longer sure which of us is the original. Maybe when it speaks, we’ll know. And it’s about to. I can tell.

rahina q.h. said...

so glad it has arrived in a decent condition what with my precarious packaging:)it is good to see it amongst the books and the precious paraphernalia that we bloggers have got to know to be part of your life... i think it is home now...

William Michaelian said...

It is, Rahina, and I can’t thank you enough for being willing to part with it. It’s here now, but I think it really belongs to the world, or maybe to your dream of the world. Such a gift you have.

Momo Luna said...

It's glowing in the dark. It belongs there, i can see that.
Great photograph as well.

Transcend Designs said...

Perfect!
Definitely right at home...!
What a great piece...

William Michaelian said...

Momo Luna, having the painting here is like seeing an old friend after many years; we look at each other and marvel at the changes we’ve both undergone.

Thanks, Brad! So far, everyone who has seen it has said the same thing — after that initial moment, when, instinctively, they hold their breath to take it in.