the interchange of hues
This is the daughter of a friend of mine. Yesterday, I asked my friend if she might pose for a painting, just for the fun of it.
As I began this painting, today, I recalled a passage of an old book which I read years ago, written in 1879 by a Scottish author. “Ginevra was still a silent, simple, unconsciously retiring, and therewith dignified girl, in whom childhood and womanhood had begun to interchange hues, as it were with the play of colours in a dove’s neck. Happy they in whom neither has a final victory!” from Sir Gibbie, by George MacDonald.
The interchange of hues, as it were with the play of colors on a dove’s neck- I can’t think of a more beautiful metaphor. Ah, to paint like this.