I promised Top Cat that I WOULD NOT DIGRESS while I take you to Monet’s famous garden in Giverny (Normandy, France).
I promise to Keep It Short since my previous reports (last week and the week before) on my recent visit to France have been rather wordy and some readers [Top Cat] say I make it [...]
This is how I started almost every day that I was in Paris these past two weeks:
I would go to my local cafe and have a nice little pot of tea with tartine (buttered baguette with jam) and plan my day’s outings with the aid of my outstanding booklet of detailed maps of Paris’ 20 [...]
If you’re like me (cranky, moody, envious, and fault-finding) you will take heart in the fact that even the great Claude Monet had a steep learning curve when it came to painting his now-famous water garden pictures at Giverny. Compare these two canvases:
The one on top is the very first picture that Monet painted of [...]
Yes, you can get a taste of France in Connecticut.But of course Connecticut is more famous for its local sea food specialties, such as this crab meat appetizer at the S&P Oyster House in Mystic, CT:
I took my dear sweet husband, AKA Top Cat, to Connecticut to celebrate his birthday last weekend, which began with [...]
And then I remembered to lay in the masking fluid:
This is the Grande Allee, of course, at Monet’s garden at Giverny (in September, when the walkway is full of nasturtiums):
Lately I haven’t been painting in sky so this means it’s done:
Full page illustration, 8″ x 7″.
Sometimes you can’t get the full effect of Giverny [...]
This Claude Monet painting of his beloved waterlilies (1905) was sold at Christie’s New York last week,on Nov. 7, for $43,762,500. Yes, that’s 43 million, seven-hundred sixty-two thousand, five hundred dollars. This is of great interest to me because I just happen to be working on the “Monet” chapter of my Damn Garden Book (sketch, [...]
New Year’s Eve, sometime in the late 1990′s, somewhere on the northern shore of the Long Island Sound. I am a guest at a small dinner party — I don’t have a date, but that’s OK because I have already accepted the fact that I am going to die alone and unloved in my wine-stained bathrobe in [...]