Girl with Pearl Earring

 
                
                
'Look at me. That's it."
Vermeer said to the girl, and then grasped this touchy glance of her to paint it down.
It's her eyes and her lip that I think reveal all her being out of the painting at that moment of looking, more than her shining pearl erring. A being, that we may feel her tenderness and curiousness, is so pure, so sincere and so lively.
She is looking at Vermeer, the painter. No words said, except her lip lightly open; no comical expression faced, except her eyes longing. It's a natural and even a bit plain look, but the eyes and the lip conceivably has aired a kind of melody that is dancing in her heart at the moment. She is looking at the painter--the man whose art she can understand and appreciate, who she feels so deeply attached.
But he is her master,and she is his housemaid. Neither have courage to cross over the social gap that divides them. Each has to stand still on the verge of their social status while their hearts and minds irresistibly twisted. This look is an essential part of her being which may transcend any barrier, bias and classification.
Yes, look at me. That's it.