Anyway, when I saw it in person, I was taken by all the details. The tonality of the wall and the floor, the detail of her lace, the etching hung on the wall. The velvety depth of her black gown. And the CURTAINS. Oh, I looked at those curtains for a full 5 minutes, and am filing them away in my mind for a future home. And aren't you just dying to know what she was thinking of as she sat there in the hands of a master? It is so supremely balanced, but I can't tell if his gaze is detached and stoical, or lovingly precise.
Most thrilling of all, however, was that I got to see it with Mom and Dad. It was a dream come true for Mom, as Whistler is her very favorite artist.