It was thrilling to imagine the maestro, Rembrandt, being called to dinner, bed, break, or whatever, by the sound of these bells. His home and studio were a few meters away. Surely, he stood in the very place I was painting. The church was municipal housing offices in 99. My impression of the Dutch is they discourage public displays of religion. Someone stopped and asked why I was painting a church. It was a bit confrontational. When I explained, he approved.
