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EEN GLAS MELK (A GLASS OF MILK) Here - the lady stops pouring milk from her pitcher turns and gasps to see me see her as she is! "Shooo!" she says in Dutch. "You are not allowed in here!" "Je bent hier niet toegestaan!" in a blue and yellow voice. And there a lady pauses to read her letter stops to see me stare. "Go away!"( she mouths )"Ga weg!" But I am a child and can enter anywhere my mind takes me inside this Vermeer or whatever paint offers. I see them both in the before and after the moment captured not merely being what the title says. I put first one foot over the gilded frame then the other and follow where they go I go becoming molecule by molecule the pigment that they are living the life of paint. "Gee honey see that shadow that shadow there looks like that little kid that was here only a moment ago I hold my breath stand perfectly still until the obese tourist moves on to the next(click!)pic. "Oooh you!" scolds Vermeer's lady ".You nearly got us caught!" ("Je hebt ons bijna betrapt!") Then she laughs toussels my curls pours me a glass of milk!
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Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
EEN GLAS MELK (A GLASS OF MILK)
EEN GLAS MELK (A GLASS OF MILK) Here - the lady stops pouring milk from her pitcher turns and gasps to see me see her as she is! "Shooo!" she says in Dutch. "You are not allowed in here!" "Je bent hier niet toegestaan!" in a blue and yellow voice. And there a lady pauses to read her letter stops to see me stare. "Go away!"( she mouths )"Ga weg!" But I am a child and can enter anywhere my mind takes me inside this Vermeer or whatever paint offers. I see them both in the before and after the moment captured not merely being what the title says. I put first one foot over the gilded frame then the other and follow where they go I go becoming molecule by molecule the pigment that they are living the life of paint. "Gee honey see that shadow that shadow there looks like that little kid that was here only a moment ago I hold my breath stand perfectly still until the obese tourist moves on to the next(click!)pic. "Oooh you!" scolds Vermeer's lady ".You nearly got us caught!" ("Je hebt ons bijna betrapt!") Then she laughs toussels my curls pours me a glass of milk!
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Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
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