This is an exhibition to die for – or even in, like the character in Proust who expires in front of Vermeer’s View of Delft. Proust was once so excited to see a Vermeer show that he collapsed. So take it easy if you get to see this gathering of practically all his masterpieces. I got chest pains merely leafing through the catalogue. This is more than an exhibition, it’s a miracle.
Seeing one painting by Vermeer is like diving into a clear blue lagoon with lemon yellow fish and glistening pearls, but this is ridiculous: 82% of his works are in the Rijksmuseum’s exhibition. As an immersion in a great artist, it outdoes virtual art experiences – for instead of projections, it will surround you with the originals in all their mirror-like splendour.
