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| HH and The Fellas at The Getty Museum, waiting for me to un-discombobulate myself. |
Handsome Husband, The Fellas and I were recently at The J Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles, home to some exquisite paintings by Degas, Cezanne, and Monet.
I give up.
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| Portal of Rouen Cathedral in Morning Light by Claude Monet. Download courtesy Getty Museum. |
It seems to be impossible to share with you what it’s like
to stand before a painting that communicates beyond words, beyond the seasons
and across borders. What is it about the movement of a line, or a swirl of
paint that causes a space to grow in my chest that fills with a deep ache of
wonder?
My feet leave the floor and my senses go on hiatus.
Actually, that kind of reaction would be totally acceptable
to me. No one but me needs to know that the world has tilted ever
so slightly. It’s the tears that begin to leak and drip off my chin that cause museum guards and art patrons to eye me suspiciously. No one wants to stand near
another person who appears to be on the edge of discombobulation.
Upon seeing "The Portal of Rouen Cathedral in Morning Light", “Wheat Stacks, Snow Effect, Morning”, and “Sunrise, Marine” all in a row, my innards began to vibrate. The Van Gogh…then the Cezanne…a
Degas, and another Degas…back to Sunrise, the painting which started the ruckus
we now call Impressionism.
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| Sunset, Marine, by Claude Monet. Download courtesy Getty Museum |
History. Change. The beginning. Dedication. Determination.
Failure. Risk. Energy. Passion. Professional peril. Misfortune, lucky breaks.
Uncertainty. Vulnerability.
Being
within inches of all of those natures, framed and presented so prettily, creates
a vibration of feeling that rattles me to my core.
