Undoubtedly the best part of our visit to the Met was getting to see the works of my favorite painters, the Impressionists. If you haven't seen the BBC mini series yet (The Impressionists), please do! You won't regret it. My love for these amazing painters started very early in my life. You see, my grandmother absolutely loved them. An incredible painter herself, she not only passed on her artistic genes to me, she also imbued me with her fondness for the works of many different artists. Specially the Impressionists.
This picture is for you grandma!
**I wrote this post a few days ago and was scheduled to be published this week. Even though my posts are rarely so personal, I loved talking about my grandmother and the huge influence she had on my love for the arts. Sadly, grandma Teresa passed away today. She was 94 years old and lived a blessed, happy life surrounded by a family who loved her and a spouse who doted on her until the day he died, just 6 months ago. They just couldn't be apart much longer I guess... A little part of me died last April and today my heart is heavy once again. Even though their passings leave a desolate imprint on my soul, their memories will always bring me joy.
As I walked into the first gallery, there she was. Proudly standing on her pedestal, bronze feet in position, her face looking up towards the light, her tutu seeming to almost flutter in an imaginary breeze... Little Dancer of Fourteen Years, by Edgar Degas. My design thesis in college was about sculpture, so I have soft spot for works like these. It was a beautiful moment.
I couldn't choose a favorite, although Monet, Degas, and Renoir are head to head. Grandma loves Renoir in particular, and it's not difficult to see why. His paintings are lively and bold, and done in such a big scale, you just have to pay attention.
It was amazing to see the brushstrokes up close...
This picture is for you grandma!**I wrote this post a few days ago and was scheduled to be published this week. Even though my posts are rarely so personal, I loved talking about my grandmother and the huge influence she had on my love for the arts. Sadly, grandma Teresa passed away today. She was 94 years old and lived a blessed, happy life surrounded by a family who loved her and a spouse who doted on her until the day he died, just 6 months ago. They just couldn't be apart much longer I guess... A little part of me died last April and today my heart is heavy once again. Even though their passings leave a desolate imprint on my soul, their memories will always bring me joy.
Photos: by me
"Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading to its hope. It can really outlast anything." 1 Corinthians 13:7 (Phillips)
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