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Monday, 01 June 2009


The picture is nicely split between the book shelves on the left side and the view of the garden on the right side, the eye being rather drawn by the garden.
It also looks a lot like a Flemish C15th or C16th painting, probably because of the issue in the perspective (re the table and the books on the table).

I like your comments on what you think is happening in this picture. I also have this calander, and I just love it.

Bristol? (See Bridegman Art Library).
It is lovely, and doesn't she look diligent!

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