Lucia scaligeri 1637-1700These paintings were not done by her, neither are they of her.
Her hand was blessed as was her mouth. As was her youth, her incredible health. The essence in colour, her sights domination of her stroke and... Her tongue wrapping itself around europe, and like a serpent sensing it´s surroundings. Creating appeal that echoed through castle chambers and cobblestoned alleys. A mystery that few men would unravel. An unknown duchess bringing the world around her alive through art and language. A presense in words and in paint, a beauty that could humble the most conceited heart. Maybe love and tempered ambition prolonged her fair skin, her fine eye, her prowess...
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