Girl With A Pearl Earring Page #3

There's no buyer.

He won't even let me see it.

But he's working again.

It usually takes him longer.

Man:
Good.

Very good.

Keep it level all the time.

Do you know what it is?

A camera obscura.

Look into the glass.

Here. Put this on.

(gasping)

You can see?

- I'm so sorry, sir.

- No, don't worry about the robe.

What did you see?

I saw the painting.

But...

how did it get in there?

See this?

This is called "a lens."

Beams of reflected light

from that corner pass through it...

into the box...

so that we can see it here.

Is it real?

It's an image.

A picture made of light.

Does the box show you

what to paint?

It helps.

Girl #1:
You didn't get me.

I got you.

Girl #2:
No, you're cheating.

Girl #1:
Oh, do we have to play this?

Girl #1:
So...

- Girl #1:
Stop it.

- Girl #2:
Oh, look Cornelia.

There.

Now you're it.

- I've got it.

- I've got it.

Yes I can.

- No way.

- It's mine.

- No.

- I'll catch it.

Man:
Cornelia!

I won't tell you again.

Woman:
Girls, come inside.

- Why?

- Come on. Don't make a fuss.

It's dirty now.

(giggling)

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Shh...

Stay.

Lead white.

From the cupboard.

Please let me see your hair.

What color is it?

Brown.

Straight or curly?

Neither.

Long?

- Very long?

- No.

My mother will expect me home.

She knows where you are, Griet.

- (steps)

- You're looking at it?

Well...

Nothing is the right color.

This is the base color.

It gives the tone...

shadow in the light.

And when it's dry...

I glaze over it with blue, but...

thinly, so that

the black shows through.

Look, Griet.

Look at the clouds.

What color are they?

White?

No...

not white.

Yellow.

Blue...

and grey.

There are colors

in the clouds.

Now you understand.

Thinking about

your butcher boy?

Come.

This... is ruby shellac.

Gum arabic.

Wine skin.

This will make verdigris.

Malachite.

Vermilion.

That...

linseed oil.

Bone black.

An you grind it with a muller,

like this.

You try.

Twist from the shoulder.

It's like this.

- (baby crying)

- Mistress:
Griet!

The child needs a draught.

My mother will not be content

till one of them dies from her meanness.

Come on.

You will need...

On the master's account.

- Griet.

- Sir?

I want you to get something

for me, too.

I want some colors.

My wife need not know.

This is too thin.

Did you get the lapis?

You can mix the colors.

Mix the colors?

Sir, I haven't time.

Make time.

(baby crying)

(snoring)

Mistress:
Nurse!

- Nurse.

- Nurse:
I'm coming.

Mistress:
Nurse! Come on!

Quickly.

How much longer is the wet nurse

to be with us, mistress?

I don't know.

A month or so.

No, Cornelia,

not my pearls.

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