I’m behind in everything as usual, and sometimes this blog, which I love and to which I’m loyal–and have been for 13+ years (!!!)–falls low on my priority list. I actually post more on Facebook, if you want to find me there, if only because I take photos on my phone and can post directly.
I’m sure a smarter and more tech-savvy person than I would be able to post blogs and photos from my phone as well. But I’m not that person, nor will I be any time soon. So here’s an entry from an event that happened more than a month ago, which I wrote in Amsterdam after viewing the once-in-a-lifetime Vermeer exhibition. In his short life, Vermeer painted only 37 paintings, and the exhibition at the Rijks assembled most of them.
I wrote this reflection at night in my hotel room, the day after seeing the Vermeer, when I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
What I miss most about working in museums—besides seeing my friends—is the privilege of thinking, writing and being around art, literally all day every day. That’s how I’m feeling about the Vermeer show, which we saw last night, staying until they threw us out: I wish I could be there now, be there again, to move through those galleries absorbing that beauty and light and stillness.
Everything they say about Vermeer’s paintings is true. My photos don’t come close. 
