Madame X, an oil portrait by American artist<\/p>\n
John Singer Sargent, portrays the cool, patrician hauteur<\/p>\n
of a wife of a wealthy man who herself<\/p>\n
came up from nothing.<\/p>\n
Her face reflects uncertainty<\/p>\n
as if she can only spare but moment for the portrait<\/p>\n
and must leave soon. She leans nonchalantly<\/p>\n
on a single, round wooden table. The background<\/p>\n
is without ornamentation or drape.<\/p>\n
Her arm is painted suggestively in a shapely, sinuous line,<\/p>\n
a flow mirrored by her tiny waist and hourglass form.<\/p>\n
Her black satin gown with fitted pleats and folds<\/p>\n
Enhances her hips, with a heart shaped neckline<\/p>\n
Of black velvet plunged daringly low for the period,<\/p>\n
highlighting her milky white skin. The tiny gold and pearl<\/p>\n
shoulder straps subtley represent her fragility.<\/p>\n
Even her auburn hair is simple and unadorned. It is worn up,<\/p>\n
but close to her head, and it appears to have been cut.<\/p>\n
Curls sneak out along her neckline.<\/p>\n
No lush Victorian pompadours or jewels or diamond tiaras<\/p>\n
Distract from her beauty. She is a young mother,<\/p>\n
wishing she could be with her children. Perhaps her head<\/p>\n
is turned so she can hear them better, but perhaps<\/p>\n
it is a small vanity to show off her lovely profile.<\/p>\n
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