One of my favorite cures for the blues, or the grays, or even the angry reds is a trip to the Musée de l'Orangerie. It might be my favorite place in Paris, and by extension, the world. The museum holds lots of good art by artists that I like a lot, but the only reason I go is for the Nymphéas.
Monet's Nymphéas, or Waterlilies, live on the ground floor of the museum. Natural light filters down to them through the old greenhouse's glass roof. The eight paintings are hung in two ovular rooms that together make an infinity sign. Somehow the space itself becomes liquid and refreshing; it makes me want to be alone and quiet. It is beauty, distilled.
Floating,
Maria
Monet's Nymphéas, or Waterlilies, live on the ground floor of the museum. Natural light filters down to them through the old greenhouse's glass roof. The eight paintings are hung in two ovular rooms that together make an infinity sign. Somehow the space itself becomes liquid and refreshing; it makes me want to be alone and quiet. It is beauty, distilled.
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| In front of my favorite panel. |
Maria
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