
I went to Europe when I was a child, and got a chance to visit quite a few museums there. My favorite paintings were, oddly enough, mostly pre-renaissance. I loved the strangely shaped people and their twisted expressions, and all the heavy symbolism they would pack into their paintings.
Nowadays, a portrait is just a portrait. It's about one person, who they are, what they feel, etc. This painting here-
Jan van Eyck's Arnolfini Portrait, has about a dozen things going on. For instance, the dog that sits at the woman's feet. And the sandals that seem to have been left carelessly on the floor. What does it all mean? We can only guess.
There's something else I like about it- just looking at it takes me to another time.








