I have been
wanting to write something about Murillo’s ‘Two women at a window’ for a long
time. I’m so taken by it, in particular the maid-servant’s expression. It is so
natural; so accurate in its depiction of her pleasure and humour, the
spontaneity in the moment, in catching her status in relation to the younger
woman ̶ close, very knowing of the young woman’s life and mind, but subordinate ̶ .
There’s no
point writing; there’s nothing I can write that would convey the beauty of the
image and the moment more eloquently than time spent gazing at the picture.
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