Portrait of Rubens's second wife, summer of 1637
My sisters have married dignified gentlemen. But I, the youngest of them all, have been married to the most famous man in Antwerp for over six years. Why he chose me, you ask? He told me once. Because he had already painted me even before I was born. I am the blonde saint in the painting above his mother's grave. The nymph he immortalised in Italy.