Back home after a wonderful sabaticle in Paris. So many memories. I spent my day unpacking my bags and working in the garden and going through e-mails of the last two months. But mostly unpacking memories.
Paris greeted me with grey skies this morning. I am sorry to leave. It truly was a wonderful time. We lived two months of a bliss, carefree and never really planning ahead. We lived the moment, decided what to do when we woke up in the morning.
I am sad to say goodbye, but looking forward to see all our loved ones, and slightly worried about my new life as a worker bee in a big beehive. But that is only next week..
It is so sad to pack up. We had an incredible time. Something to treasure for life. We had beautiful experiences and made memories to last a lifetime. We can really say we experienced the best that Paris has to offer. I can now understand why most artists spend six months to a year in the Cité without being board. At the exhibition last night I actually saw how many friendships I made, without really even putting in the effort.
We woke up to a perfectly bright sunny day. Sunshine but not hot. Frederika was busy on the internet so I left to walk along the Seine, something I did almost every day. The second last day here. I can not believe this is almost over.
Tonight is my exhibition. It is not the strongest collection of works I presented as an exhibition, but I am presenting it as my personal memories of Paris. Places and things I have seen and that has influenced me in the short two months. I know that the real effect will only start showing in a few months time. Things must first mature, like good wine.
We waited for perfect weather to take our planned trip to Giverny. It is where Clause Monet made his home and planted the gardens that he painted for the rest of his life.
At last we get the chance for going somewhere by train. Getting train tickets seems more difficult than I remember… Since we woke up a little late it was a scramble to get to Gare Saint Lazare on time, but we made it!
After seeing the chateau of Fontainebleau yesterday I can’t help but think about modern art. The art in an castle like that is overwhelming. How can a poor contemporary artist compete with the art displayed there? Paintings larger than life, floor to ceiling with spectacular gilded frames. Can one ever improve on that? Above all there is an setting that cannot be improved upon.
No wonder modern artists do all kinds of tricks to try and get some attention.