This is the first time we have been to Giverny and it was blissful to leave the noise of the city and wander in Monet's garden and the tiny streets of the town. Giverny appears to be home to a number of artists and there are some gorgeous chambre d'hotes (bed and breakfasts) in the town. The countryside is lush, criss-crossed with streams and the houses are set amidst picturesque gardens. Thought how peaceful it would be to spend a couple of days here just walking and absorbing the country sounds and smells. Monet's home is beautifully maintained and you can imagine him here. There are some fabulous photos of him at home and in his garden. The garden is a palette of colours and shapes and I imagine that these change with each season. I'm sure you could visit at different times of the year and get a completely different sense of colour and light.
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Hi Sally & Brent, Great 'photos. What a really lovely garden - perfect area for inspiration for Monet's art. L&G
These are inspirational images that provide a three dimensional view of what my art text books have shown me for years. The colours in the images are rich and I can smell the flowers and feel the breeze in Monet's garden. Your blog is like a gallery that, when I have seen the exhibition, makes me want to come home and make some art from it! Fi
Hi Sally and Brent
Got to say I am a little under whelmed by Monet’s garden. I suppose all the flowers are pretty and the pond is ok but is that it?? Not one garden gnome holding a paint brush and a palette. A great big pond and no fountain in the form of a statue of a little boy pissing and no paddle boats. No veggie-patch; hardly what you’d call a sustainable garden. I suppose there was decking somewhere with a BBQ and esky on it but then again maybe not; Monsieur Monet was probably too busy splashing the paint around to think about having a few friends over. And I’ll tell you this for free; I bet the garden looks heaps better since he died. I can’t see him putting in a hard day’s work with a spade or wheelbarrow – oh no, why bust your balls when you can stick on a floppy beret and a smock and skip around flicking a few purple and greens at a canvas then totally exhausted collapse onto a hammock to admire the finished painting and try and figure out if it was the right way up. No, give me Jackson Pollock’s garden any day – a patch of weed- covered dirt strewn with broken wine bottles and vomit and an artist when he finished a painting couldn’t figure out if HE was the right way up.
Love Fiona, Paul and Ruby
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