Impressions

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

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 Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Giverny, the 24th of September, 1923.

It is hard, this solitude of body and mind. I lost everything I held close to my heart…lovers… friends…but this blindness hits the hardest.
I feel the colors dancing on my face, I see them in my mind…the water and reflections. These landscapes have become an obsession for me, but I fear I am worn out by my age and fretfulness. My years have become a cruel and unforgiving companion and I can’t wish for a sooner departure.
And still…there is this desire to caress the canvas… to relinquish what I feel.

Claude Monet

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53 thoughts on “Impressions

  1. You made me feel his pain, although undoubtedly a lesser pain than an artist would feel. The “desire to caress the canvas” is so evocative. I wonder whether “relinquish” is quite the right word in “to relinquish what I feel.” It seems that a word indicating sharing or showing rather than giving up might make more sense. Does that seem right?

    janet

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    • Thank you for your lovely comment and for sticking with me week after week. As for the “relinquish” – I picked that word because I wanted to express his want to surrender the emotions that are boilling inside. Because he feels so much pain and despair, his only release comes through his work. I don’t know if I am making any sense, sometimes it gets too obvious that English is not my first language. But thank you for your suggestion, I really appreciate it.

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      • I had no idea English wasn’t your first language, so I’m amazed at your writing. Although “relinquish” does mean to give up, it seemed that coming after the line about “caressing the canvas”, it was that he wanted to continue painting rather than give up emotions or get relief through his work. Because of the approach of the end of his life that you described so well in your story, “relinquish” made me feel he was giving up, as at the end of his life. Hope that makes sense. 🙂 It doesn’t diminish your story as is, though.

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  2. I love that you zoned in on the aspect of the colors and tied them to a canvas and to Monet. I have caressed the canvas as you so eloquently wrote. Sometimes that is the only way to relive or capture the feeling. Love this!

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  3. Dear Lore,

    This sad imagining of Monet’s thoughts and feelings is powerful and filled with lessons (light) for us all. To have your sight taken from you after years of being a prodigious and masterful painter must have been heart wrenching and you conveyed this emotion and others with deft stores of your pen. This perfect story from a beautiful but cryptic prompt is one of my favorites of yours. You are an artist, too.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  4. I can feel his pain as age robs him of his sight, and then the last line filled with that desire to “caress the canvas” – lovely.
    I was inspired to check out the Wiki page – I had no idea they could remove cataracts so long ago and it was interesting to read that his later paintings had a reddish tint due to the cataract removal.

    I saw in a comment that English is not your first language – I really had no idea.

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    • As I said before, too often we dismiss the fact that even the greatest artists had normal human problems. I saw an interesting BBC series called The Impressionists few years ago, learned a lot about Monet, Degas, Renoir, Cézanne and Manet, I highly recommend it.
      Thank you for your kind words. It is true, I learned English in elementary and high school and unfortunately don’t have enough opportunity to use it, so this blog is of multiple use for me.

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  5. Beautiful. I’ve been very myopic most of my life. Now after cataract surgery, I can see better than I have ever, without glasses! So I feel your words very vividly.

    Lily

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  6. Poignant and brilliant, Loré!

    Shades of John Milton and his poem On His Blindness. I remember that poem from high school. although it’s been years. Monet — a brilliant painter, of course! You captured his essence beautifully!

    Oh, and thanks for the music! It’s wonderful! I’m always a sucker for music (I was formally trained and my mom taught it in the schools).

    Wow! Poetic story, good music, you really outdid yourself this week. This was a TREAT! Bravissimo!

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