Claude Monet Londres. Le Parlement. Reflets sur la Tamise, 1905 oil on canvas
Today, we went to see the Claude Monet Secret Garden show at the Vancouver Art Gallery (with a toddler and baby- not the most leisurely viewing experience). I was very excited to see this show. It is so different seeing the paintings in person instead on the pages of an art history textbook. I enjoyed the show and would recommend going to see it (obviously- he's one of 'the Masters'!)
One of the things that stood out to me was, not a particular painting, but what one of the explanation boards said about Monet and his drive to paint towards the end of his life. It explained that Monet began to go blind later in life and he lost the majority of his colour perception which was so critical to his work, causing him great frustration. However, Monet was determined to paint, even if he had to paint blind just as Mozart composed music deaf. Even though he was so frustrated and faced great obsticles to painting, even though he was tempted to give up, he kept painting. He found ways to keep going. He relied on his inner artistic vision and produced numerous works that are still valuable to us and our understanding of painting today.
How much poorer would we be had he not perservered?
And here I am, facing far less debilitating obsticles and I have not perservered. I have let my art hibernate, neglected, with only a few wishful sighs directed at it.
I have come away from the exhibition with these thoughts ringing in my head and I am chastised for my neglect of my artwork as well as reminded to keep going.