Admittedly, I enjoy the airy soothing colors that Monet employed in his palette. His paintings always seem to make me feel better. But I am not certain that I would call him my favorite artist. Most think that he is my favorite and rather than running through my long list of favorites) along with the explanations for my choices, I politely smile and agree that Claude is my mentor. The essence of each of these distinctive artist becomes their Art. I admire Frieda Kahlo for her fighting spirit and love of animals; Van Gogh for his brooding soul; Degas for his fascination with ballerinas; Pissaro for his use of color and movement; Rubens for his intricate 3 dimensional detail work; Cassat for her study of children and for being from Pittsburgh; Chagall for his philosophizing; Grandma Moses for being a late bloomer; Edvard Munch for the audio portion of his talent (i.e. the scream I can hear); Salvadore Dali for his wild imagination, and the list goes on and on.
It's not surprising however, that Monet's style seems to have influenced my own, whether consciously or not. Ok, so when I try to paint the beautiful gardens of Giverny or the relaxing ponds of floating water lilies, maybe not so unconsciously. They say to paint what you love but I also paint what I feel works and flows easily for me. That of course, tends to be flowers and water and landscapes. Truth be told, I'd rather be doing fashion figure designs. Do you remember paper dolls, a.k.a. "cut-outs?" Do you think they even make them anymore for children? I tried to google them to see if they did. LOL I remember spending hours with my crayons and colored pencils, pretending I was a fashion designer and creating clothes for their wardrobe. Hmmm. Now I wonder where I last left those crayons and pencils?
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