People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it’s simply necessary to love. – Claude Monet
The end of May, June and then the first half of July are always rough. May 31st, Father’s Day, then my Dad’s birthday on July 19th. It’s a taxing string of months.
Usually the first or the last are the hardest for me, but this year, Father’s Day was rough. Given that there were a lot of things going on otherwise as well, things basically just crumbled to the ground. I needed a day away.
Currently at the Legion of Honor the “Intimate Impressionism” exhibit is running through August. Impressionism is my favorite period of art and actually middle 19th to early 20th century history is one of my favorite periods.
I had a day off from work so I ventured off to the city and it was the best decision I had made in a long time.
It was a perfect summer day; perfect weather, perfect view, perfect agenda.
For about 3 hours I just got to be there and escape to a place I hadn’t gone to in a long time. There are a lot of things I absent mindedly let go when my Dad died. I forgot about some of the things I used to really love doing. Going to a show and just getting to exist and immerse was something I missed so terribly and something I honestly pushed away because it was never going to be the same without my Dad.
I went with friends but my Mom met us at the exhibit as well. Seeing all the pieces and hearing the stories about them and then hearing stories from my Mom about my Dad felt so relieving. It was a relief to feel happy after the last few weeks. It was peaceful and it healed a lot that needed to be healed.
The Manet at the bottom of this post wasn’t part of the show, it’s just my favorite Manet. The lilies directly below are part of the Legion of Honor’s regular collection. The rest are also some of my favorites but were specifically from the exhibit. Being able to see them in person brought back a lot of myself and my life that I missed.