There's something so poignant about an artist's self-portrait.
People continuously present themselves to each other -- with just the right look for each flashing moment -- but a portrait has a look that's frozen forever in time.
I never knew Paula Gerard (1907-1991)-- but I met her portrait last week at the home of one of her many students from the Art Institute, Jeff Varilla. She must have liked him -- to have given him this demo-portrait -- and they seem to have had a certain quiet seriousness in common.
She taught drawing -- and here's one of them, from the collection of the Smithsonian.
And that's something else she had in common with Jeff -- her talents and interests were more appropriate for another time and place.