Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stay as you were.
That's better.
You'll lose your place.
You looked inside me.
Well, girl?
Got you, got you, got you!
Look at me.
Mistress Thins.
Now hold still. I want to look at you.
Griet.
in the act.
I want you to get something for me, too.
Our own life, Griet... answering to no one.
- What is it? - Bankrupt.
I'm to paint you alone.
No, Jan.
It's like this.
The maid kept me talking with some...
See for yourself.
Beams of reflected light from that corner pass through it...
Color and perspective is true, the illusion... is perfect.
Not now!
A connoisseur in everything, Master Van Ruijven.
What's going on? What are you doing?
Bone black.
An ox tongue and a dozen chops.
For heaven's sake,
Griet, you go on with Pieter there.
Why don't you paint me?
You could imagine how that pleased her.
Good.
Gum arabic.
You're looking at it?
He started a new painting.
Does no one speak the truth to me in my own house?
There you are. Fetch some water.
- Give it back. - Stop it!
Johannes must have a new commission.
Very good. Keep it level all the time.
So, have you decided what to daub next, Jan?
Less.
This is the base color.
The composition, it's not balanced.
Watch out for young mistress.
I've not yet found a subject.
Nurse!