During my whirling around the Prado this evening, I sat on a bench to look at a painting of a personified summer, I noticed this gorgeous little Goya sitting on the wall. At first I was just drawn to it because of the richness of the scene. It seemed very relaxed, comfortable. I really wanted to take that pillow she has her feet on and use it myself! Then I studied her face, and at first thought she looked a bit disgusted, but realized she has an expression of concentration, studying the subject  of her painting minutely to take in every detail. After reading the description, I knew that the portrait she is working on is of her husband, and I noticed that her concentration looked loving… her facial expression is so detailed and multifaceted, one could stare at just it for hours. David noted that the portrait looks like it’s painted by someone else. I find it very cool that Goya was able to make that style distinction so that (presumably) her painting style shines through his own masterful work. I don’t remember ever seeing this particular Goya before, however I’m glad I stumbled upon it, because it has a lot to say, and eloquently.