But the second time, when I got a chance to spend more time with her, I came away impressed.
One, the painting had been cut down. I could just imagine myself, sometime after it was painted in the mid 1400's, thinking that the painting would fit just a bit better if it were trimmed to fit a smaller space.
I'm imagining someone's husband returning home, and seeing the painting after it had been altered. His face looking much like Ginerva's as the knowledge seeped into him that the artwork would never be the same.
A tragic mistake, but it didn't affect her value as much as it could have.
I'd not been sure about the juniper bushes behind her, but I discovered it was a play on her name, or had some reasonable reason for being there.
The skin, and texture of her hair impressed me when I stood closer.
And then when I looked at the photo with a reflected glare, I imaged life from inside the canvas.