The portrait of Unknown

Sometimes I wonder who is he? I can’t even tell is it young lady or young man – I decide it is a man, but still… This painting came to our home from my father-in-law, beautiful man I loved dearly. We don’t know anything about the portrait; we don’t even know who painted it. Some evenings we sit in front of fireplace with glass of wine and talking about this mysterious person, what family he came from, what happened with his life late, was he married, did he survive Civil War? There are no answers for my questions. May be it is good – still keeps us entertained.

I photographed my paintings and just now can see His reflection in old French mirror.