SNOWY PARISnot quite like this painting
but we imagined so!
Yesterday it snowed! how wonderful paris is in a winter wonderland!
It was a very indoor type day though, super cold and wet and drizzly and the face feels red raw.
I wandered around deserted streets of saint michelle looking for the musee dòrsay by myself, the quiet sunday streets where i imagine everyone especially the french sayed indoors by the heaters. The family had freids for lunch and i left whilst the home filled with the smells of a cooking tart and the notes of little Elvira's flute practice.
I arrived finally at the museum, to find hundreds of people, mostly english speaking tourists and solemn travellers coming all the way to wait in line for 40 minutes.
once inside, i only had 2 hours, and wasted half of it in the first room, the gift store, marvelling at great big books of photos of paris last century. I roamed and saw a chalkpastels show which was comlpetely inspiring to one who never felt the love to chalkypastels. Some of them Degas and segatini and dhurmer and prouve.
I love when the impressionists and seccesionists left the old school of history painting, the romantics and the old school, to capture and be amongst nature, this slow progression where art lef the country and the standard and became natural and personalized. You can see the love and longing in Corot's country paintings, Millet and Rosseau. Capturing and recognizing the natural man and land bond, finally after so many years of cloisters and schools, the artists go back to nature!
It was a very indoor type day though, super cold and wet and drizzly and the face feels red raw.
I wandered around deserted streets of saint michelle looking for the musee dòrsay by myself, the quiet sunday streets where i imagine everyone especially the french sayed indoors by the heaters. The family had freids for lunch and i left whilst the home filled with the smells of a cooking tart and the notes of little Elvira's flute practice.
I arrived finally at the museum, to find hundreds of people, mostly english speaking tourists and solemn travellers coming all the way to wait in line for 40 minutes.
once inside, i only had 2 hours, and wasted half of it in the first room, the gift store, marvelling at great big books of photos of paris last century. I roamed and saw a chalkpastels show which was comlpetely inspiring to one who never felt the love to chalkypastels. Some of them Degas and segatini and dhurmer and prouve.
I love when the impressionists and seccesionists left the old school of history painting, the romantics and the old school, to capture and be amongst nature, this slow progression where art lef the country and the standard and became natural and personalized. You can see the love and longing in Corot's country paintings, Millet and Rosseau. Capturing and recognizing the natural man and land bond, finally after so many years of cloisters and schools, the artists go back to nature!
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