A Monet Morning: I want the unobtainable

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Morning arises, the early light so gentle, so soft with an  otherworldly kind of glow that captivates.

My post dawn zen stroll  was magnificent  –  A Monet Morning.

 

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Monet Morning .. photograph

 

Claude Monet

I want the unobtainable.

Other artists paint a bridge, a house, a boat, and that’s the end.

They are finished.

I want to paint the air which surrounds the bridge, the house, the boat,

the beauty of the air in which these objects are located, and that is nothing short of impossible.

 

 

Claude,  you say what I feel.

And This Morning…. the beauty was in the air.

How. To capture that?

How. To express that?

Like you say,  it is nothing short of impossible.

Still, with paints or with camera ….. it is the destination.

 

 

At The Edge of Summer

Right on the cusp of summer there is still time yet for a beautiful,  freshness in the morning.

A hint of warmth carries with it the scent of newly opening blooms: roses, agapanthas, jacarandas.

They fill the air with promise and mystery and love.

 

 

I paused, along the banks of the little creek.

Just to breathe.

To fill in my lungs with the aroma of the morning.

Just to Be.

Just to see.

Just to feel.

To immerse myself in all the things,  around.

 

 

 

Claude Monet  said,

the  Critic asks:   ‘And what, sir, is the subject matter of  that painting?’

– “The subject matter,  my dear good fellow,  is  the light.”

 

 

 

Morning Observations

Over to my right, open fields with long tall spent grass.

Golden, no longer a spring green.

But I can see the burnt umber, the  burnt sienna,   Daniel Smith…Naples yellow,  buff titanium,  indian yellow all making an appearance there in the field.

 

To the left a thicket, dense and tangled with branches and vines that were weaving upwards.

Spiralling just a bit,  like a spider’s web.  I didn’t enter.

 

Further to the left, a grove of pretty patterned trees leaned in towards each other.

I wondered what they might be speaking of this early morning.

 

Shifting, but still in place,  to the opposite side houses with their pretty little flower gardens.

Lures.

The aromas of the morning blooms, teasing my nose as I inhaled deep.

And again for more.  How lovely.

 

 

 

More like ….  Monet

And this is why, I go for zen strolls.

Why I don’t go for a power walk;

no… not going for speed, nor for quantity either.

 

A Zen Stroll savors each breath.

The very air I breathe.

 

It reminds me,  to be  more like Monet.

 

 

 

 

Monet … Guggenheim 

Monet … Musee d’Orsay 

 

 

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11 Comments

  1. Wow, you really did get the essense of Monet’s air in this photograph. Last year, I visited a Monet exhibit and I was in awe of the way he painted the light and “air”. It was so wonderful to see the original art and witness his extraordinary painting methods.

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    1. Monet. gosh, that was so lucky! its wonderful and awe inspiring to see his ‘real’ paintings Sharon. He. was Brilliant.
      and, you know, I liked his edgy, dry humor too. Its there. Right in some of his quotes, I never realised til recently though. 🙂 cheers, and thanks!!

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    1. yes. it is, healthy.
      we sleep to heal and restore the body. we should be also able to stroll, too as well. Is how I view it.
      restoring our selves ie healing – something that is as vital as “jumping up and down, running, lifting, Sweating…etc”
      You Laughing Yet!! ? LOL

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