Johannes de Eyck Fuit Hic 1434 On the sacred floor of the marriage bedroom Arnolfini stands clasped hands beside his wife, one lighted candle, one snuffed, a husband memorializing his departed, the vital flame wedded to the wick of the dead, the holy ghostly present. So is van Eyck the eye drawn into the mirror entrapped I can see every quick stroke of his brush deftly stopping by pieces, in planes the movement of the wall the flame the wife’s trembling upturned palm, Arnolfini’s left eye the brush moves the eyes move, Arnolfini’s right eye the dog and then the mirror slowly free- zes van Eyck his arm his hand. How did the light commune with itself, when the brush stopped the mirror moved? We are there between the unbound couple and van Eyck, witness to loss, must turn round to see the painter turn back to see the mirror ourselves we moved we stopped. Sollace Mitchell Sollace Mitchell is a writer and filmmaker who has published occasionally, in The Nantucket Review, The American Oxonian, and others. He lives in Paris with his wife and two young daughters, all of whom are smarter and more charming than he is.
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