#vermeer
It’s in those yellows and blues,
in the precision and balance
and the ether of the composition.
In the foot warmer on the floor
and the brass container on the wall.
The darkness of the jug
from which the milkmaid pours the milk
in a silvered thread
emerging from shadow,
that imperfect zero,
a void folding into itself.
A small act mirroring the cosmos,
like something refusing to vanish.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
crowds and
paintings on the wall
each of it comes
as a background
to her prodigious story
even Vermeer can't stand out
because only her
slightest movement
catches his eye
in every
frame of existence.
she is
the best form
in a room full of art.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC