You don't paint; I don't paint. But we both like painting. Could one of us, in our first time ever picking up a brush, re-create by hand, with no one's assistance, an exact replica of one of the most beautifully complex paintings in art history —
Johannes Vermeer's
The Music Lesson ? The question is like something out of a Borges short story, imagining the impossible possibility of a one-to-one scale map of the world that covers the world, or the old statistical saw about monkeys and typewriters. The mind-blowing answer given in this documentary foray into the depths of human drive is: Not only can this be done, but we can see it, over the course of 80 quietly intense minutes. Far from deflating our sense of art or giving the lie to past definitions of artistic ability,
Tim's Vermeer, which opens in
New York this weekend, proves that the way to greatness is always in redefining skill and following obsession. If this film doesn't leave you saying "Holy shit!" nothing will.
Produced by
Penn Jillette and
Farley Ziegler and directed by Penn's magician partner
Teller, the film begins with a fiftysomething hippie type with a bushy white beard saying "I have this goal of painting a Vermeer." Before you can say "Don't we all?" he adds, "It will be truly remarkable if I do it ... I'm not a painter." I'll say. This
Obi-Wan guy turns out to be
Tim Jenison, a Texas-based inventor of, among other marvelous things, some of the earliest video digitizers. In other words, he knows the difference between the way a camera sees and the way video sees. This turns out to be major. Tim's made a lot of money from his inventions, so he also has the time and finances to embark on this tilting-at-windmills task.
We see him go to Vermeer’s house in
Delft and take pictures of the town, and meet with
David Hockney in
Yorkshire in order to consult about the theory that Vermeer used a
camera obscura to paint. Tim goes to
Buckingham Palace to see the painting and gets denied, but a half-hour later tries again and is given a private audience with the Vermeer. Next we see him rent a warehouse in
San Antonio, cut out concrete walls to make the dimensions right, grind his own lens, mix his own pigments, calculate and design the room where
The Music Lesson is set, and build replicas of all the furniture and objects in the room. You want to feel bad about quitting a project because you didn't know how to do something? Watch Tim use a lathe to make furniture and remark, "I've never used one of these before."
Then he sets out to do this thing. The key to Tim's discovery is that he comes to realize, with his video-vision, that Vermeer wasn't only using a camera obscura as Hockey and researcher
Philip Steadman surmised in their wonderful film and book
Secret Knowledge: Rediscovering Techniques of the Old Masters. Tim deduces through optics and color studies that Vermeer had to be using something else. He figures out — in a way that I still don't entirely understand — that a mirror set at a 45-degree angle and the artist bobbing his head up and down, truing the edge of the art with the mirror, is also involved.
Even with this squirrelly discovery, the rest will be familiar to anyone who's ever set out to make something and then, for whatever inner reasons, must keep making it, no matter what.
Tim's Vermeer is a real allegory of obsession, possession, commitment, and love. One of my favorite scenes — because it's so familiar to me — is when we see him on around
Day 111 of his Herculean labor, bent over his painting, back frozen, body aching, alone, saying to the camera, "This is making me nauseous." He presses on, somehow knowing what all artists know in their bones; it's all about the process and what it demands.
Finally, after eight years of research and preparation and 130 days of painting, we see the finished product framed over a bed. It may lack that something extra that Vermeer brings, the touch, blending, facture, and surety. But
Tim's Vermeer is otherwise perfect. He cries. So did I.
