Rubies are usually red, but this one is most assuredly blue. So her parents should have named her Sapphire or Tanzanite. Ruby doesn’t care. She sat for this portrait years ago in my 5th floor studio. She was slightly out of breath when she reached the top of the stairs, but she quickly took command. “Let’s get this over with. I only have an hour. The driver’s waiting outside.”
The cobalt and the ultramarine came out. The new sable brushes were put to work. The studio light coming in from the north was perfect, but it wouldn’t last long.
I worked fast. Ruby was perfectly still the entire time. She seemed not to blink. It looked like she was looking right through the easel and could see the painting in process, but that was impossible. (I later figured out she was looking at the mirror on the back wall of the small studio and she could see everything I was doing!)
When I applied the last brush stroke I looked up and she was already headed towards the door. I never saw her after that day.
This painting was in the Ghost Hunting exhibition at Evermore in Boise, Idaho.