Van Meegeren understands that he can show that his paintings are not mass reproductions; they have the knowledge and justification that philology finds in traditions. His work, –as a novelty– is framed in a concrete event: the historical appearance of an artistic subject, something that must keep him safe from crime; and in any case –the work– be part of the same culture that he himself gives continuity to. In the end, his comments are nothing more than an unstoppable historical and cultural succession.
Mosquito pudding shamelessly absent its main ingredient: the insect. The conjecture offers an imaginary perspective and a real one. In one, the mosquito has been dwarfed to the point of disappearing: Can a tiny insect intermixed with the rest of the ingredients become visible? Could it be a confusing memory, the drag on a forgotten Renaissance flavor?