Enjoying Giverny |
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The entrance to the house |
The sun-filled dining room. Photo taken when only two visitors from the 1000 others in the house, were present |
Blue and white tiled fireplace and kitchen range |
We had to queue for entry, apparently “not for long”, about 20 minutes, and so many people were admitted that, once inside the house, a group shuffle tour was all that was possible. This was mass tourism in action and, of course, little of Monet’s soul was experienced. The rooms are delightful, crowded with furniture and pottery, walls are lined with Impressionist paintings, including many of Monet’s, plus family photographs but it was impossible to stop and savour our surroundings and indeed, to actually see everything in situ. Alas, this is the modern price of renown. Our best experience in the house, was in the dining room and kitchen which, by some miracle of ebb and flow, were relatively empty during our 2/3 minutes there. We both admired the sunny décor, the ambience, the creamy walls lined with prints; long enough to doff our caps to Monet’s artistic grace. And we continued to satisfy our artistic sensitivities through the Blue Salon, the Epicerie, the Studio Drawing Room and the Water-lily Studio. In truth the extent and variety of the Giverny house provides a feast for the eyes.
Luscious landscape on all sides |
Beneath the foliage, the Japanese bridge |
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Claude Monet in the garden, near the house |
The crowds were a little thinner in the gardens on our visit, and the space for pleasurable appreciation consequently the greater. The water area of the grounds is a beautiful magnet again with surrounding floral planting, water lilies in profusion, a slender bamboo forest alongside a meandering stream. One can sense the contentment and aesthetic judgement of the artist who imagined all this beauty and was able, not only to achieve and present it, but also to share and bequeath it.
Observations on Monet and Giverny
“One must absolutely make a pilgrimage to Giverny, to this flowered sanctuary, to have a better understanding of the master, a better grasp of the sources of his inspiration and to imagine him still alive among us." Gerald Van der Kemp.
I sometimes went and sat on the bench from where Monet had seen so many things in the reflections of his water garden. My inexperienced eye needed perseverance to follow from afar the Master’s brush to the ends of his revelations.” Clemenceau.
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Japanese bridge with a small audience |
garden’’ to the area. Mr. Hayashi, the organiser from Japan at the Paris exposition in 1900, was also struck by this resemblance, which Monet said he hadn’t sought after at all. He nonetheless had a deep love of Japan.” Maurice Kahn.
“From a bare meadow, without one tree, but watered by a babbling and winding branch of the river Epte, he created a truly enchanting garden, digging a large pond in the middle and around its edge planting exotic trees and weeping willows whose branches fall in long tears on the bank, designing all around paths whose arches of greenery, in continually crossing and recrossing one another, giving the illusion of a large park, sowing on the pond a profusion of thousands and thousands of water lilies, whose rare and selected species colour, with all the colours of the prism, from violet, red and orange to pink, lilac and mauve, and lastly, planting on the river Epte, at its outlet, one of those small rustic humped bridges, as we see in the watercolours of the eighteenth century and in the paintings of Jouy.” Thiebault- Sisson.
"It took me time to understand my water lilies ...I planted them without thinking of painting them ...A landscape doesn't imbue you in a day ....And then, all at once, I had the enchanting revelation of my pond. I picked up my palette. Since that time I've hardly had another model." Monet.
Bronze of Monet in a sitting room with walls lined with Impressionist paintings |
Edge of the bamboo forest with picturesque stream fed by the River Epte |
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Claude Monet in front of one of his iconic water lily paintings |
“What has become of me, you can well imagine: I work and with difficulty because I’m losing my sight each day and I spend an enormous amount of time looking after my garden: it is a joy for me and with the beautiful days that we’ve had, I’m jubilant and in admiration of nature: with it, one doesn’t have time to be bored.” Monet writing to Gaston Bernheim-Jeune.
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