As we gaze at the portrait of “Joanna” we are reminded of the poetic words of John Keats, for the beauty of this woman is as pure and delicate as truth itself. With downcast eyes she gazes into our very hearts, compelling us to seek and understand her immortal wisdom. As we penetrate her soul we begin to see, begin to understand. Layer upon layer dissolves; leaving behind only what we need to know...beauty is truth, truth beauty.