Paint me as you see me, he says. Be completely honest.
And as she works, he talks and she listens. In her silence, he bares his soul. He loves Thursdays but longs to see his finished portrait.
There’s nothing there, he shouts. She smiles at him, shuts her studio door.
Sarah Salway 
Love this Sarah – as a portrait painter’s daughter I have heard something similar so often – and in the moment of reveal the air is sucked out of the room for a hanging moment.