We went today to the Fitzwilliam Museum to see for the first time (but definitely not the last) Vermeer’s Women: Secrets and Silence. A rather wonderful exhibition, astonishingly gathering four Vermeers in the same room, with another twenty-eight pictures from the Dutch ‘Golden Age’, mostly small intimate pictures of women at home. It’s just the right size of exhibition to take in without feeling overwhelmed. A delight, affecting, and all quite free too. If you are in reach of Cambridge, do see it.
As years go by, I seem to find more and more (quite untutored) pleasure in looking at pictures. A quiet philosophical voice sometimes wonders why: can any reader of this blog recommend something insightful to read on why we can find the old masters so affecting?