There once was a girl named Ffion who hails from the Valley's in Zion, no, Aberystwyth actually but that doesn't rhyme. Ffion didn't sit home and make jam like a good girl from the Valley's; she made her mark and claimed her space in the most understated way. She must have made a lasting impression on me because this painting didn't set out to be her, she just appeared.
The text is Latin, and a little haunting.