I don’t remember when I fell in love with art.
But at some point, I recognized the power of the image, and what it could invoke within me.
Every time I go the city (NYC, there is no other), I try to go to either the MoMa or Met. This time, I went to both.
Once again, I go to spend time with one of my favorite painters, Monet.
I sat and looked at the three paneled water lilies, and allowed the calmness of the water, and the slight breeze that moved the lilies ever so slightly that I saw in the painting into my heart.
The met / Monet / The Manneporte
COVID has been hard. And though I think I have had a much easier time of it than others,
I could not, and still cannot escape the anxiety it created, and continues to impact.
I needed to see Monet, and Van Gogh.
MoMa / Van Gogh / The Starry Night
Like old friends, I knew they would lift my spirit, and bring me some much needed peace.
No comments:
Post a Comment