Previously on Equinoxio: Chief Engineer Scotty seems to have fixed the Time-Warp modules. I’m not entirely at ease. Last time he said that we found ourselves in the middle of the battle of Hastings. Some historians mention that the sudden appearance and disappearance of a Red dragon may have led the Normands to victory. Nevertheless, we will now be shifting from the early 1900’s to 2016 and the mid 60’s. I like to think Monet planted those roses himself. And they still bloom long, long after. The garden is splendid. Entirely redesigned by Monet, it must need an army of gardeners now to maintain it.
Monet bought the house in 1883. And lived there until his death in 1926, the year my mother was born. As I mentioned in the previous post, the house and garden are fabulous. Very well preserved and kept. A… historical monument for most of those who visit. To me, apart from its own particular style, and lovely pond, it just reminded me of our house in Normandy where we spent all summers when I was a child.
Our garden, mid to late 80’s. Our old swing had been replaced by a new one, for the benefit of my sister’s and my daughters. No pond. A few hedgehogs. Owls in the 60’s nested in the back before insecticides. One could hear doves all day.
Giverny, 2016. Most likely 97.2% identical to the 1902 version.
From Monet’s workshop today. Copies. And, as my friend Jenny says: “Copies are safer with so many tourists!” She has a point. 🙂 About the two women in the “skiff”: do remember most people didn’t know how to swim then.
Utamaro (1753-1806): A courtesan and maids of the Oigya house. Monet’s house is full of Japanese woodblocks. Just admire the quality of the drawing, lines, composition, movement.
Monet’s workshop. A good way to see the wide variety of topics he chose. Or maybe the topics that chose him? I strongly believe artists do not chose the topics they sketch, paint or the stories they write. Paul McCartney once said that he just picked up a song in the air, brought it down to the piano, recorded it, and Voilà.
Family portraits? 1900’s? Even those children are gone. I hope they were too young or too old for WWI. Not very likely.
On the beach. A totally new craze then.
Shield that fair skin from the blaring (?) Normandy sun. 🙂 Anyone who has gone to a Normandy beach will understand the irony.
Our house, as we bought it in 1960. See the shutters on the first floor window to the left.
Monet’s shutters are painted green. Totally in “accord” with the pink façade. 😉
This could be a Renoir. (Copy) Sometimes I find it hard to differentiate. What one realizes after a while is the apparent absence of jealousy or envy among all those painters. Though “competitors” in a modern day sense, a lot were actually good friends. Instead of fighting each other, there seemed to have been a “camaraderie” that may have deserted us today? (Now I sound like my grandfather!) 😉
Two Japanese élégantes. Early 19th century? “Scotty! can you give us a more precise reading?” “Scotty?” “No, Sir. But according to my T-Phone this is Utamaro again. 1753-1806. So this is most likely late 18th century. In Japan.” “Thank you Scotty. I didn’t think that was Korea.”
French élégante, early 20th century. I thought that could be a Renoir (copy?) and it is. signature on the left. I’m beginning to wonder if those really are copies. By French law, copies are legal, as long as the dimensions are different, and obviously the signature is not copied. Hmmm.
Monet’s workshop again. The two young women above are copies. I’d seen them the day before at Orsay. Didn’t “take” them (wouldn’t mind having just one at home!) but here is another I “took” at Orsay, a rather rare painting:
“La femme à l’ombrelle”, 1895, by Maillol. Musée d’Orsay. Yes, Maillol, who later became the great sculptor of strong, plump, curvy nudes, started as a painter. This slim young woman by the sea reminds a bit of Seurat. Like I said: they were in constant touch which each other. Not copying, more like: “Hey! Great lighting you did on that painting. How did you do it?”
Monet’s bedroom, Giverny. The top left nude is definitely a Renoir. That particular room had lots of light. When the sun comes out in Normandy. The weather there is somewhat similar to the English weather. Actually, when one takes the train to the UK, the landscapes after the tunnel/Channel are identical. Same greens. Same trees. (For those tree-sensitive people) 🙂
“Scotty! Can we wrap up now? We’ve exceeded our max of 10-15 slides.” “Yes, Sir, wrapping up.”
Monet’s kitchen at Giverny. A typical kitchen. Not unlike – though much smaller – the kitchen at Chenonceaux. Again I was reminded, beyond the obvious differences, of another kitchen, 30 kms away:
Our kitchen-dining room in the little village in Normandy.
Claude Monet, 1840-1926.
Thank you Monsieur Monet, for the light and colours you brought to this world. Thank y’all for flying Equinoxio Time-Space shuttle. A lovely week to all.