The Art of Love- AKA Monet
Posted: Wednesday, January 04, 2012
by Ella Camp
This legendary misty land lies just beyond Picasso, the golden hills of abstract reality; its population swells in fluxuate; as thousands enter, thousands wait.
The sunlight of stark Picasso must not shine on Monet without the parasol of true love, for the heat of this reality may dissolve the very essence of this misty-colored land. And yet there is not darkness, for what lights and casts its soft warm glow is the weepy vapor of its atmosphere, through which empirical things are seen as Monet painted- sharp delineations softly blurred and shaded.
Still others, swayed and led by another in sheer exuberance of the human pioneering spirit, may find themselves rising from a tumbling fall- wandering dazedly in search of landmarks with which to identify their whereabouts.
The pioneer would have a traveling companion with whom to explore and share the touted wonders of this labyrinth of emotions, about which legends abound. The compliant companion, or accidental tourist, so to speak, will be chosen as any companion would be- from the ranks of those perceived to be most like ourselves in every salient point.
And therein lies the crux of the matter; the salient points are those that are projected forward- plainly visible at a glance- leaving the stronger defense mechanisms hidden behind the walls of the psyche- walls that are obscured in this water colored land.
Perhaps with one misstep, the outlying sun of Picasso will encroach upon the borders of a place such as this, dissolving in part the ephemeral mist. For the land of Monet is soft to the eye, and cannot bear scrutiny of this curious spy. ‘Til our views are disturbed to enlightenment, it will demand of us no more.
At this crossroads the travelers are offered a chance; will they stand at Picasso in transfixed gaze, or re-enter Monet with a curious glance? The latter is impossible, since once we’ve seen that stark glare painting- we cannot leave it, but must own both-the price by right of sight.
We hang them both in the niches of the mind and heart- and tread their paths in the companionable silence of home.
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Top-level comments on this article: (4 total)Was Monet really down here on this planet? Or was he hovering some place where all of that that he painted was identical? I have to go and read this again. I don't want to be gratuitous, but this is beautiful.Ah Chris...I say gratuitous to seem not egotistical, when in truth I adore your comments, and seek ever to rise to their occasion. Gracias Amigo
Wow. What beautiful writing Ella. Perhaps I can learn from you. Glad that I am now a fan. DawnIt is I, who will most likely learn things from you- I humbly thank you for reading and commenting- and for joining my fan club- you honor me. Always Ella
Ella, as always, excelelnt description and wonderful turns of the phrase. What a great way to describe the viewing of two of arts masters, but men who painted from uniquely different perspectives. Bravo!
The abstract of Picasso compared to the Father of Impressionism- Monet...very interesting article. I love Monet, and I stood in line about 18 yrs ago in New Orleans for four hours to see the huge "wall size" paintings in the collection of his Impressionism, before it was returned to France.
Monet knew about love (or sex) with all of the children he had at Giverny.....
Monet painted the Japanese bridge at least 47 times....
Of course Picasso is better known to our contemporary art lovers...however, I will always be a fan of those who broke with tradition to create a new medium with The Impressionist Movement in France...Monet, Cezanne and later Van Gough among others.I see that you "know" Art. Although I like much, I like best the paintings of Picasso and Monet- mainly because of the stark differences in the meanings that their paintings have to me. Each of us sees something different and individual in any painting- something about life- usually our own lives. This article demonstrates the contrast that I see in the different expressions of these paintings. in relationship to life itself; one of the greatest of those relationships being Love, with all its contrasting emotions.- Thanks so much Elle, for reading, understanding, and commenting- Always Ella
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