I’ve been meaning to write about Giverny for the past two weeks, and news of Christies’ $80.4 million sale of one of the Water Lily paintings was a top-of-page headline.
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Since my earliest days in New York, I’ve visited MOMA to experience Monet’s Water Lily paintings. Just this week, I referred to myself privately as an Amazonian Lily. I schedule my visits away from peak crowd time and have enjoyed the gallery many times either alone, or with a few other equally contemplative individuals. Enjoying Monet’s Water Lily paintings is as close as I’ve come to meditation.
MOMA notes explain that Monet’s aim in creating the Water Lily paintings to supply “the illusion of an endless whole, of water without horizon or bank.” … In his enveloping, large-scale canvases Monet sought to create “the refuge of a peaceful meditation in the center of a flowering aquarium.”
Like Paley Park, these paintings have been my refuge in the middle of Manhattan.
Musée de l’Orangerie
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My next glorious exposure to Monet Water Lilies came in Paris, as I wandered with my fiance, among the citrus trees at the Musee de l’Orangerie. I love the smell of fresh orange blossoms almost as much as jasmine. Hmmmm. Just writing these words, I’m transported back to the day I inhaled those orange blossoms.
During a span of 25 years between the 1890s and 1920s, the French painter Claude Monet had been busy painting diverse renditions of the Nymphéas (Water Lilies) which he had planted in the pond of his gardens at Giverny, Normandy. The feverish pace of his work produced nearly 250 canvases on this subject.
Final Destination: Giverny
There was no pile of Water Lilly canvases heaped on the floor when I arrived in Giverny. But my three visits there have been consistently priceless.
Oh my goodness. Every time I Google for help in my J’Adores, I end up back in Pennsylvania. Landing on this blog Life’s Little Adventures, I reviewed author Earl Steinbricker’s day trip to Giverny, with a voila! Clicking About, I expected to arrive in Germany, but no. Like a digital homing pigeon, I returned to Pennsylvania — not even Manhattan — although Steinbicker lived in New York as a professional photographer.
It’s my week for professional photographers, but that’s another story.
I kiss you goodbye and leave you in Giverny for a slow-paced wander about the property.
It’s been 10 years since I admired the restored lily ponds. The spirit of Claude Monet, who has lived with me all these years … as my form of yoga … is calling me back.