Today, I am feeling this painting in my bones.
It’s been raining all day. I think that is a fine way to start a new year.
I met The Chef.
We are still in love. Fancy that.
Windmill by Piet Mondrian (1917).
Mondrian was born on this day in 1872.
The artist sees the tragic to such a degree that he is compelled to express the non-tragic.Piet Mondrian
“A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.”–D.H. Lawrence (11 September 1885-2 March 1930), Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Berthe Morisot (14 January 1841-2 March 1895).
Flora by Rembrandt (1634):
I’m really feeling this color palette today, especially the flower crown.
It is snowing here for the second time in three days; definitely not our first snow of the season, then, but this image speaks to me on multiple levels. Our house dates to the time of this painting. I love her beautiful blue dressing gown and the wistful intimacy of the setting. The colors, the composition, the mood that so readily crosses the centuries–all are things that I find very relatable.
May her serenity rub off on me.
Train in the Snow by Claude Monet (1875):
Today marks 10 years of marriage to The Chef! I wish that we could do something fantastic to celebrate, but alas! During a pandemic, it truly is enough to have each other and our love (so corny). Cheers to us…and anyone else celebrating something important during these awful times.