Once inside the Musée d’Orsay time didn’t seem to matter. Until I came face to face with Renoir’s Woman with a parasol.
It took me by surprise. It stopped me in my tracks. I was afraid I was going to lose it, and then I cried. I left the gallery and found a large group of people looking out a round window that turned out to be the face of a giant clock. After a bit of time looking out toward Sacré-Cœur I returned to Renoir and had the same experience. I couldn’t handle this painting for more than a short time.
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I’ve had the experience with art before. But only with the actual piece of art. Not an image or a poster of it.
The first time was a Monet in the Cincinnati Art Museum. Then it was statue in the Smithsonian that I am ashamed to say I never even properly identified I was in such a hurry to get away and not embarrass myself in front of my companions.
I go to Art Museums alone now. Its easier.
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