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.


2 thoughts on “Time

  1. 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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