6 Aug 2022

His mom drove around the Netherlands, knocking on doors, waiting on a sign. She sent him Dutch tableware. She sits in a painting of a painting in my mind, slowly turning to her son, serving him berries, cheese, waiting for the family to arrive. One day they will.

Vermeer’s painting, “the Milkmaid,” sits out of focus, in the middle of the photo. A few people stand around looking at it, almost obstructing it from view.

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