What was she thinking, sitting there?
Her blue and gold head scarf hanging
Down her back, that pearl earring, those
Bright red lips drawn slightly apart.
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You create a romantic background here, while the naked truth was the other way round, but great applause for your impressive details.5 Stars TOP Score
Using his own maid-servants is the cheapest way to to, all paintings were done in the attich of the beautiful small home where Vermeer resided with his family
Johannes Vermeer only paints for his living and by him alone. He has unlike Rembrandt no students who learned the painting technique, so he painted himself and his paintings are all small.
This after many decades reminds me of one with a Diamond necklace in the TITANIC
Beautifully framed and expertly painted with the brush strokes of your words!
I love that opening line: WHAT WAS SHE THINKING, SITTING THERE? I remember reading a densely written book on the painters' experience: the art critic wrote all painters have to confront the guilt of USING the model for their own ends, of transforming the person before them into an aesthetic object. What your poem does (and the novel and film - your poem is part of a continuum) is restore the young woman's integrity, giving her an interior life not accessible to the painter. She can live freely in that inner space, a freedom her society did not grant to the lower, servant class. Personally I don't buy the premise of the novel; I think the author was imposing contemporary mores on people of an entirely different age. And there's nothing aesthetically wrong with that, unless you take an historical view of things and do NOT reinterpret the past according to the present. We know almost nothing about Vermeer, it's all speculation. He only left us with incandescent paintings, no attached verbiage. I don't know why Colin Firth played Vermeer as such a tentative human being. The human being who made those paintings MUST have had a rich interior life and been fully aware of his ability to penetrate the deep regions of human nature. Maybe Ralph Fiennes or Daniel Day Lewis could have embodied those dimensions with their acting skills.
I love this painting as well as the book by the same name as well as the poem. ...the last line... I would rather see more of your commentary. Well written. I'm enjoying your poetry!
It's a beautiful painting and a captivating story, and you have interpreted it very well here David. Good job.
There is much more to many things than the eye can superficially behold! The picture of the model before an artist is beautifully drawn! !
Dear`David It takes a real poet to interpret one form on art to another, you are able to look at her soul and draw out her fears...yet she knew this forbidden love will immortalize her for eternity, you have a keen eye at looking from within A painting within a painting, from the brush of a true artist Truly Paul (Leaking Pen)
a lot of questions to be answered but no one has the answers a beautiful thoughtful poem
It reminds me of that song, Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile. Descriptive.
Indeed a great poem, with descriptive language, tension and love on that atmosphere asking many questions as art always does.
The lines from Browning's poem- -My Last Duchess came in my mind.Magnetic is your write! Really.
...pleading eyes looking at Vermeer. David, you are a great connoisseur of art and you presented Vermeer and his famous painting so beautifully. I enjoyed the poem.
A great poem, there is always more to something, you just have to look a little closer.
more to a painting than what we see in everything in everybody, good write, thanks.
I have no idea about Art and paintings, but here the poet portrays an inner dilemma that crosses the model's mind.I think, any one chosen as a model must be knowing that her beauty is appreciated by the Artist.