Monet

I went to the Met on Saturday and spent 2.5 hours there. I was stoned and gazing at artwork. The impressionists really drew me in. I know that sounds so cliched, like of course they would. Everyone raves about the impressionists, they’ve been overexposed in art history for ages. I finally connected with the work. It was therapeutic. The experience of witnessing someone pause reality and then spend hours, days even, exalting a single moment with brush strokes was calming. For a brief moment, New York City disappeared.

I really got into Monet this time. The water lily paintings feel deceptively contemporary. Like a My Bloody Valentine album, they look like a soft electric daydream. After I saw the water lilies I realized I wanted to visit Paris and see Giverny. I’ve never felt inspired to visit Paris, I usually go for more raw countries. But this time, that soft feminine energy felt inviting.

I’ve also been listening to Little Fluffy Clouds by the Orb. I have a weak spot for 90s techno, and this track complimented the way Monet made me feel.