Vermeer reminds me of Rodin, and reminds me of women who are lucky and unlucky to marry artists, or who are implicated in them.
Who remembers their tears and pain?
In Vermeer's life, there were three women.
One is a wife who satisfies his body's desires, and the byproduct of this is the constant childbirth. He must have loved her very much at the beginning, because despite the many births, she was still plump and round. I can guess how charming and loving she was when she was young.
Although she is neurotic and suspicious now, sometimes she looks at people empty and careless, even though she is a mother of four or five children, she has no choice in keeping a family.
She was still his wife, and the mess he left behind when he died, asked her to clean up. He clearly fell in love with others and gave her pearl earrings to others. She had no other choice but to cry and make noise.
Because, she didn't understand, she was originally a noble lady who should be loved and loved by others, not an artist's wife.
Another one is the mother-in-law.
Perhaps the hardest thing to do is her.
She has to take care of the family, to coax her daughter, to draw her son-in-law to paint well, for the family's livelihood, for all plans.
In order to maintain the goodwill of the patrons, she must do everything in her family to hold a banquet to please the patrons.
For her son-in-law's inspiration, she wants to send her daughter out, secretly take out pearl earrings, and put them on the maid.
She maintained the normal operation of this home and also worked hard to maintain Vermeer's artistic career.
How much Vermeer knew, how much he was grateful, maybe he didn't care about it at all.
Just like what Greer said, he was busy chatting with his friends, completely forgetting that I was still in the position he wanted on the chair.
The last one was his maid. She worked hard for him, washing all the sheets, clothes, brushing the floor, cleaning the studio, sacrificing sleep time to grind paint for him, braving the heavy snow, wearing thin clothes and going out to buy paint for him. As a model for him, with blood in his ears, wearing pearl earrings to brighten the picture, and sitting for several hours as a model for him...
Even though she understands his world, she is his soul mate, he can give Her, just silently wiped away her tears, a cold "make time", not that he could only give so much, but he didn't want to give it at all.
So, what is the matter of giving pearl earrings? What he loves is painting, and he loves the person in the painting. How much does he care about the person who rubbed paint for him with his cracked and bleeding hands?
God knows.
Vermeer only loves himself and his paintings.
He opened a window of art to Greer, gave her a scent of linseed oil, painted a moving portrait of her, but shut her out of the door with reality, whether it was art or something else.
Greet married the butcher, and Vermeer owed the butcher ten silver coins.
The butcher’s family always said that we exchanged ten silver coins for the Vermeer’s maid.
You see, in the end, Griye paid off Vermeer's debt with the silver coin in exchange for the pair of pearl earrings.
It clearly means that she married a butcher, in the final analysis, to pay off Vermeer's debts.
The long overdue pearl earrings were fifteen silver coins to Greer, and the remaining five were of great significance to her.
Because, after all, she still has nostalgia for her.
He meant to her, no matter what,-youth and beauty.
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