
A nymph known to Venus coyly draws a discreet curtain over a sudden commotion of bird feathers, Susanna, her accusers and the lady at a virginal. Vermeer's lady is demure but worries that the miniature scandal will be loosed on her quiet world, the fur will fly, the honeyed light will be ruined. It was bad enough that she was always exposed, always at the virginal (everyone knew music was slightly disreputable, especially when paired with a woman), but this was outrageous! Before she knew it, she'd be framed and blamed (she had already been tamed). Vermeer and Botticelli would be in jail and Lotto would be laughing at their miserable luck. She couldn't appeal to the art historians, they preferred to chat about the edges and the authorities simply looked the other way! She envied the bird its wings and decided to leave them all! She ran out of the room and the seat at the virginal was empty. It was quite another picture.
OK, so its not a true story, but its true that things like this go through my head after I make them. Making sense of illusion is a thankless task but its at least amusing!