Sadly we don't have the original Mona Lisa on our living room wall. Not even a copy. But we do have Rosita, our very own Mona Lisa! She languishes in the corner of the living room pondering the everyday comings and goings. Her expression is undefinable. An expression that is sometimes curiosity, sometimes fascination, sometimes disapproval. Like the Mona Lisa, her enigmatic expression makes it difficult to tell what she is thinking. Her aura is both charming and disconcerting.
We discovered Rosita in a charity shop earlier this year. We were looking for a portrait and it's hard to find an attractive one! She looked old and tired behind the dirty glass and distressed frame. We almost passed her by, but her eyes followed us from the moment we entered the shop. We had no choice but to rescue her.
Back home, opening up the frame revealed a modern painting in acrylic on board. The frame is probably old, with traces of old woodworm, chipped areas and rippling glass. Once cleaned up and hung on the wall, she came to life and her true beauty shone out.
She begged for a name; we chose Rosita from her Spanish appearance and the pink roses in her hat. We admire her poise and deportment, her confidence and experience, her slightly un-nerving gaze and her endearing charm. But she remains a puzzling enigma on the living room wall.
Love Your Art,
Vince
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