She (about an artist)

In the corner of my workplace I have a picture of woman.
This is a reproduction of a self-portrait of Zinaida Serebryakova, a Russian artist of the 20th century.
I like looking at her from time to time.
But she is looking at herself in the mirror. She is a healthy, quite pretty and self confident young woman.
And she is obviously satisfied at what she's looking at.
When I am in a bad mood her chearful and ironical look makes me feel better.
At the same time it brings me sorrow. Because I know some things that she cannot know. I know her future.
A hundred years ago, nine years after that peaceful enjoyable morning, she suffered her ordeal.
The Revolution ruined her life, as with did with thousands of others in those terrible times.
She was sundered from her children for the rest of her life.
Living in poverty she continued to create wonderful masterpieces, this little brittle woman with great talent and fortitude.
I'm thinking about all this while looking at the picture in the corner. And it is important for me.

Very well written!