. The Ladies' home journal. 65 BY ELIZABETH G01 DGE ILLUSTBATBD hi \ i rtlfll. EFORE unveiling the portrait, John Adair turned to Nadine, who had posed for it. One of my sitters told me that a sojourn in my studio was almost as cathartic as a visit to the confessional. He went on to answer her questioning glance. She felt that seeing her sins and sorrows splashed upon the canvas relieved her of them. Nadine smiled acknowledgment. Not sins—sorrows, perhaps,and turned her attention to the portrait. The artist looked searchingly and unpityingly at the lovely he might praise the qua
. The Ladies' home journal. 65 BY ELIZABETH G01 DGE ILLUSTBATBD hi \ i rtlfll. EFORE unveiling the portrait, John Adair turned to Nadine, who had posed for it. One of my sitters told me that a sojourn in my studio was almost as cathartic as a visit to the confessional. He went on to answer her questioning glance. She felt that seeing her sins and sorrows splashed upon the canvas relieved her of them. Nadine smiled acknowledgment. Not sins—sorrows, perhaps,and turned her attention to the portrait. The artist looked searchingly and unpityingly at the lovely he might praise the quality in others, as an artist he could notafford compassion. This woman inspired curiosity. He knew that sheloved David Eliot, hut had given him up for the sake of her husbandand five charming children—one of whom exhibited definite talent inJohns field. During the painting sessions John sensed her discontent,and had sometimes wondered if Nadines sacrifice were final enough toaffect the stuff of her daily living. In addition to family ties and tradi-tion, there were less
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