When first they rendered portraits - so loved by the English - they cluttered their walls - those halls of fame - with Important People: dourly dressed, public, notable people. They were mostly men - both sitter and painter; employer, employee - vertically cast. Know thy place. Earn thy crust and be gone. When purse-strings could afford emotion, what softer faces we saw -esteem and warmth radiating. And then they came, painting for love. She who captivated his heart, dizzied him in love, dazed him with beauty, intoxicated him by being. How could such enchantment such mystery, such depths be rendered? It is but a token. My best for my love.