Someone once told me that in order to fully understand the genius of an artist, you have to either find their source of inspiration or take stock of their entire body of work in one setting. I never appreciated that lesson until I went to Giverny, the little town where Monet lived and painted. They had preserved the gardens and his house. And what a lovely garden it was. The colors were everywhere. We walked and walked and walked. We toured the garden, and walked across the bridge, the very same bridge in his waterlily paintings. Unfortunately, try as I might, I wasn’t able to capture the essence of the beauty or serenity in his paintings.
But the colors! oh the colors in that garden was amazing. I never knew this but French country kitchens are very open generally face the garden. Monet also loved Japanese art. It was everywhere. And there was a lot of blue china tiles.