Gardens at Giverney by Claude Monet
Thanks for stopping by today and looking at my blog gardenliliepub! I’m showcasing one of my favorite artists (I have so many others to discover) Claude Monet, a French painter.
Above is the Gardens at Giverney, which I hope to visit soon, and maybe someday I’ll even have a small garden such as this. In the meantime I have this blog. These paintings are pictures from Wikimedia Commons, a site where one can browse and use for purposes such as this, sharing. I selected the above to go with my peach background, a color fresh for summer and I’m from the peach state.
Below is a painting titled, “Three Trees in Grey Weather,” and I love threes. I think I’ve mentioned this before with my last name Troike meaning three horses pulling a chariot in Russian, holistic teachings like physical, mental and spiritual triangles, and I have three children. So here you go with three trees using lavender or periwinkle color for the leaves. Monet loved color, he used it with the impressionistic style.
Three Trees in Grey Weather by Claude Monet
I have written a book of poetry! Never in my life would I have thought I might do that. NEVER. And I’m not a pessimist by any means. Frankly, I’m the opposite. That pink bunny, every-ready charged drum playing commercial, that’s me. Today my book of poetry is FREE on Amazon. Yes. Five days over the summer I’ve put it to specially be FREE. Look below and click on link for purchase. I hope to inspire others like I’ve been inspired. Poetry is real, it’s a way of putting down some words that might have two or three interpretations and you let it go without screaming to the world what you’ve said. Real people write real poetry.
Below is Claude Monet’s Dinner painting. I used to have this one framed and hanging in my kitchen. I gave it away after I enjoyed it for several years. The smile on her face was all I needed for payment. I also used this setting in my novel. It is what I referred to in my mind when I wrote a scene from Into the Vines.
Dinner by Claude Monet
Finally, I’d like to share with you a poem from my titled book, “Autumn Quotes.” The prompt was to write a poem of who you would like to meet present or past and why.
Another time another place,
I’d gather in the garden.
We’d speak of letters written.
How time is short, our thoughts numerous.
He’d sip. I’d sip. We’d share despair.
Our obsessions by the yard, on and on,
A solitaire, mindful existence, intriguing.
Realism … defined, perception expressed,
Monet the artist, romanticism and freedom.
We’d share the wine; I’d ask the ??
He’d tell me about independence, his struggle,
To be himself, absorbed in context.
Camille and many femmes …
Paint me, paint me, to see what you see,
That would brighten and open my eyes.
We would sit for a bit, touch glass
Toasting art in the garden. Relaxed.
Then we’d take the train, 1877,
And jump right into the station.
And go to the sea, where I would see,
The colors and expressions in his impressions.
But I shall never forget the time
My note card exposed, the magpie,
My endearment for my artistic angel.
Lovingly bestowed upon my lovely,
Naturally like art.
Then we would walk along the Seine
Puffs of his smoke I might catch,
As he would talk of finer points and prisms.
We’d cross the bridge and he’d tell of,
The water lilies, a motif or flower aquarium.
I’d want to know how he kept going,
Amidst an exhaustive, endless piece?
Painting is what I do. I do this with peace.
As war ignites, I paint early and long,
I give for France as my contribution.
We walk the bridge over a vast lily pond,
And end at a cafe where his friends join in,
I hear some wide eyed stories
Never told and I am enlightened.
By Caroline Clemens
How many Monet paintings do you see in my poem? Credit to Wikimedia Commons for Monet paintings.