Accepted into his local Dutch painters’ guild in 1653, at age 21, with no recorded training as an apprentice, he promptly begins painting masterful, singular, uncannily realistic pictures of light-filled rooms and ethereal young women.
After his death, at 43, he and his minuscule oeuvre slip into obscurity for two centuries.
Because, they say, he was looking at them through a lens.
By itself, by a London architecture professor named Philip Steadman, might have stirred a minor academic fuss.
It looked to me like Vermeer was painting in a way that was impossible.