It’s wonderful. Monet took a possible handicap and made it into a thing of beauty. Can anything be more inspiring?
similar:
Eye diseases gave great painters different vision of their work, Stanford ophthalmologist says
Stanford University Medical Center | 4-10-07 | Tracie White
Posted on 04/11/2007 7:38:47 AM EDT by Pharmboy
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1815411/posts
very interesting related topic:
Monet’s Water Lilies bloom again
The Guardian | May 3, 2006 | Angelique Chrisafis
Posted on 05/03/2006 8:29:00 AM EDT by Republicanprofessor
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1625874/posts
Dime Store Prophets
Yeah Sure Ok Monet lyrics
Is that the hills under your fingernail
The tempest and the hurricane
The clouds to come beneath your breath
Did you introduce the night to day
Orion with the Milky way
And all the stars on your rolodex
Well you carve and you smash, what you paint you call trash
Man you must have something to say
Sweat falls to the plate, the burden to create
All your colors washed, inspiration lost
Yeah, sure, o.k., Monet
There’s nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na,)
There’s nothing new in the world (hey...)
Was that the roses knocking at your door
Asking how tall that they should grow
Well, if it was give them my best
Is that a lightning bolt back in your coat
A fist of hail for rainy days
A tidal wave in your coffee cup
Well you reach down deep, and find nothing unique
Truth is getting so hard to paint
Just chasing the wind, no place to begin
Mister, you’re not the first
Try working with dirt
Yeah sure ok Monet
There’s nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na,)
There’s nothing new in the world (hey...)
Another empty canvas Tuesday
Howling Wolf is on the LP
But even he can’t prime this poets pump
The agony and the ectasy
The tension and the sweet release
Did you know you were looking for me
There’s nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na)
There’s nothing new in the world (hey...)
This is not new. I took an Art Appreciation course back in the early 70’s and the teacher suggested that his eye sight was poor.
So now, when I look at Impressionist paintings, I always remove my glasses so I can get a better sense of what the artist might have seen.