The Old, familiar painting:
In Janet's point of view:
It was approaching twilight and the chamber was getting darker. The room was covered with curtains and flowers; there was hardly any wallpaper to be seen. The colour of the room was gloomy, not flashy like the colour golden yellow. Although it was grim, it was very lavish indeed! The colours found in that chamber were unique. It was a distinctive sight. It was a room, a room like no other; it was like you were sitting in a room in a fairy story. It was like an illusion. The chamber was a sort of pattern. Almost everything was drooping down. The curtains, the flowers, the lady's dress seemed like a waterfall. The creases in the curtains and the lady's dress made it look like a waterfall- water splashing down in different directions. The chamber was a place with nature too. There were bluebells, carnations and chrysanthemums. In a picture, a distance away from the flowers was a picture that looked like a reflection from outside showing two people sitting on a bench under a shelter.
The lady was clutching onto a picture shown in a type of scroll. The colours in the picture were like the colours in the chamber, but, there were a few bright colours to be seen. It was a sort of picture that had been put together from an atmospheric view. There were many materials used in the picture, it looked like fabric. It looked like a sort of carnival. There were a few flowers at the top of the picture then gradually it turned into a ride with a boy on the top of a horse which went up and down. It was an elegant but uncanny view from where the lady was sitting.
The woman on the chair seemed like she was taking "forty winks" or was "a lustrous illusion of a body bereft of its soul". The lady seemed relaxed but in an inexplicable way. Her face was pale like she had seen a hallucination. The colour of her face was a milky, rich cream. Her dress was a "wintry, silky blue". It seemed like a "silky blue of a waterfall sapphire azure". Her dress was cascading and looked polished and noble like a person in "a leisurely pose of unhurried observation". Her dress was luxurious and looked tranquil whilst looking at the tapestry. She seemed quite melancholy but from the side she looked crestfallen and lugubrious. When you looked at her you could feel neglected and desolate.
It was all like a majestic and sovereign place. You could tell by how the colours were variegated and transcending. Intriguing and baroque too. The flowers were of a dull colour but brightly used and like the lady the flowers seemed quixotic and tedious. The lady was urbane, cultivated, sinister and sedate. The fabric picture was shown as if it was a tapestry of extravagance and macabre. It looked like from a distance that it was despondent and in a different perspective it was like an epitome. The reflected picture was sinister, penetrating and affluent. The curtains seemed dim, courteous and willowy.
It was a spellbinding painting and it was my mum…