Evelyn often struggled to get that level of mystery from her works. Aelred had a flawless technique, reproducing a person so perfectly on canvas that a part of their soul remained.
Still she felt that her works did not breathe life or speak to the viewer like the Mona Lisa did. If this worked, then Evelyn would entirely change how she recruited models.
“Go on,” Breanna said as though hanging on every word.
“The truth is likely mundane,” Evelyn began. “Only the artist and model truly know what was going on that day. It could have been indigestion or the aura of someone who was truly in awe at being so close to a master.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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