Went sketching at the Met the other day & saw the Age of Rembrandt show. Dutch portraiture is wonderful; even if the sitter has a face like a potato, the handling of paint and the inner character that shines through is amazing. Poor Frans Hals got no respect- all the old ladies in the gallery made a little moue when they saw his name instead of Rembrandt's on the wall label.
The last lady I just like cause she looked so un-amused; I suspect the enormous floofy bonnet has something to do with it.
