He painted on the large canvasses we now see in the Orangery Museum. A quiet man, who took the time to look at the light, the pale greens, the tender colours of the young plants. His garden is a spot for dreaming, thinking back to a time of peace. And then there is the gateway, the little painted bridge, an enigma, a sign, a parabole perhaps?
Where does it lead? Could it lead to you, wherever you are, surely painting, deep in thoughts, wondering. Yes, I see you now, in a secret part of your garden, where even ghosts tread carefully.
Although this was not taken at Giverny, I couldn’t help thinking of the paintings in L’Orangerie either.
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I think you got into Monet’s head for a moment. My favorite Impressionist and artist. Hope you are well.
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Very nice. I took the photo along similar lines.
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