For the last three weeks, I’ve been traveling along a virtual railroad track, as I’ve steadily written letters to dead artists in alphabetical order, and have been really proud of myself for sticking to the timetable. Being focused. Yet, at the same time, getting into the heads of so many traumatised and suffering people, was clearly getting to me. Yet, I couldn’t get out either. I was enthralled.
Some time through the last week, I found myself thinking about Monet’s Garden, and how there could well be a place for Monet’s lilies, after all.
As if to prove a point, on Thursday I stumbled across a glossy coffee table book about Monet and His Garden in the book bin at the hospital. Clearly, it was meant to be. I needed to take some time out, fixate on the ripples in the pond, and unwind the spring a little.
As you may already know, I decided to pay Monet a visit and learned more about Monet, than I could ever hope to jam into a sentence. Besides, I’m focusing on Monet’s Pond today, and not the artist himself.
Anyway, as if the book wasn’t prompting enough, today while I was waiting for my daughter to get through a two hour dance audition, I stumbled across a real, live pond with actual lily pads. Wow! I couldn’t believe it, especially as I wouldn’t have known where to find one if I’d tried. Clearly, it was meant to be, and I was meant to slow my mind down and stop for a bit. Not think about today’s artist, Albert Tucker and his expressionistic depictions of demonised trams. Rather, I was meant to lose my intensity in the mesmerising reflections of gum trees, red bottle brushes, and clouds while watching a water bird elegantly carve a path through the lot.
I walked back to my car to retrieve my camera. This isn’t just any ordinary camera, and it certainly wasn’t my phone. Don’t be blasphemous! Convenience is no substitute for quality.
For me, there is nothing like seeing the world through my camera lens. It’s a different way of seeing, and my vision is so much clearer. As much as I wear glasses to correct my short-sightedness, my camera allows me to truly see, especially during the magic hour right before sunset, when some kind of switch suddenly releases the most beautiful, inspirational light.
So, I wanted to share some of these photos with you, so you too could enjoy my pond. It’s no better or worse than Monet’s pond, but it is quite different. It’s more of a rustic Australian pond with its own colour scheme, and it certainly doesn’t have Monet’s bright cacophony of flowers through the surrounding garden. However, it’s shimmering reflections of Australian gum trees were masterpieces in their own right, and to my not so critical eye, appeared quite “Impressionistic”. Well, at least, they were blurry. That is, good blurry. Still, I would’ve loved to see one of those gorgeous Japanese bridges like Monet’s over our pond, and I wasn’t mad keen on the geometical, concrete bridge we had over ours, but its a different garden with its own personality, not a copy.
You see, two days ago, I had no intention of being anywhere near this pond. Indeed, my husband had taken the day off work and we were going sailing/kayaking. It’s been three years at least, since I last went out in the kayak and I’ve missed it so much. I can’t lift the kayak and we needed a boat trailer to get it in the water, and you’d be amazed at just how difficult things can be. (Or, maybe not!!)
Anyway, you know how this parenting caper goes. The best laid plans of Mum and Dad are blown out of the water by the kids. My daughter had a two hour audition to attend. While I did manage to fit in a 15 minute paddle. and it wasn’t worth me driving back and forth so I promised myself coffee and cake at a nearby cafe as compensation.
Anyway, you can sit in your corner and complain. Or, you can order yourself a slice of Passionfruit Cheesecake, a cappuccino and find yourself a pond. A pond I didn’t even know existed. It wasn’t what I’d intended to do today, but it was where I was meant to be.
How do you unwind when you’re under a lot of stress or pressure? What lifts the load of Atlas off your back, and helps you to return to some form of calm equilibrium? Or, perhaps, you’re caught up in a storm so intense and ongoing, that you have no idea how or if you’ll ever get out.
Well, I’m holding your hand and walking right alongside you, even if we have never met. This why I am sharing my personal journey with what has turned out to be a very intense group of artists who reflected back the storm inside me, just as surely as the surface of a pond. Please hang in there and try to find the silver lining, even if you’re convinced someone’s thrown it away. I hope you can find even the smallest thing that will touch your heart, and light your path in some way. Keep searching. Keep walking. Never give up.