The little girl had a shy look, she wore an oversized sweater, she stood barefoot on wooden floor, her physiognomy emphasized some form of shame. The sweater was azure blue. I tried to find out more about the author of this painting but no search engine gave me the answers I wanted. I was too young to discuss such interesting things with my uncle, back when he was alive.
Clearly, this painting shined out some stimuli, otherwise his living wife wouldn't have taken it off the wall, when it was such a great image, of blooming emotions, of ecstasy. Maybe I should call her to buy it from her.