At the Washington National Gallery I saw two portraits, one by Franz Hals, the other, Rembrandt.
The subjects gaze with equanimity to the viewer, calm, composed, present, the presentation by artists unspoiled by having never seen a photograph. And as well, the subjects presenting the sense they have of themselves, undiluted by celebrity.
The world was young, every picture fresh. Old we all are now, surfeit of experience.