That’s why notebooks lay pell-mell about the room, pencils always in reach. It was very human, I hesitated. I struggled this morning to cease movement; tossing in bed, cooking a breakfast, cleaning the restroom, every task took its own peace. Charlie Parker played his heart out as meditations in labor followed one after another. The girl may strike unexpectedly, with fair skin and complementary fashion but we are not worlds apart. Johannes and his effort offered a few dozen works, yet each piece reaches depths, core to our ‘genre’. The name given his other paintings of daily life, a sort of enlightenment blows the self away, as the girl with the pearl earring does not reflect one person. The black kid looks over his left shoulder, lips parted, gaze locked ethereally the same. Skeptics assume an indifference which suggests the painting and photograph happen to coincide. The significance resides in their likeness; the analog photograph hosts a world of style in low light. Grain, or noise in the image detracts most, yet the grit here adds a touch, to the spent subject. Slight glints, a result of sweat and effort show an attention to detail in light. The white earphone dates the piece, cleverly in a period of social isolation and digital connection. The black individual wrinkles the image with a point to a polemic America, poignant amongst a plethora of continued social issues regarding race, education and the economy. Albeit the artistry captures a real person, Vermeer forges a bond of unity for posterity as his mastery illustrates a lovely picture. I don’t look at the girl with the pearl and see the general picture of perfection, I look and see myself, looking back.
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