I am the first proud pronoun I against the fear of my invisibility each morning rising from minor nobility like my parents (no son of a converso – lies –) into the light of mastery; now as a Knight of Santiago - the king himself painted the cross you see in Las Meninas - nobilitas is in the faces royal with ancient lines (you understand I did not trade am Moorish of Seville and Portugal).
Not from the mind but back into its expectation. I see the work reflected into the lens of sense to supplement the work into the real express itself by what a slavish love of detail cannot supply it was the power to give them what they did not see the scorn in lips from ****** generations bought by my brush among them into monarchic trade and what they thought as glory, dwarves and all larger than life. that painted me so high those royal portraits by the score keyed to the colour of fame silvered and golden mine.