Sunday, January 06, 2013

Le Pont d'Argenteuil



As readers of this blog may by now have surmised, art is not my strong point. After all these years, I doubt if I could tell you what pictures are hanging on the wall of our drawing room. But I'm bound to say I'm getting a lot of pleasure out of the Khan Academy's "History of Art" segment. I am now up to the Impressionist period and it came as quite a shock to come across this painting of the Bridge of Argenteuil by Claude Monet, for this was the only picture I can remember from my time at Beaumont. I think it was in the Lower Line Gallery near what was laughably and laughingly referred to as the "the refectory".

People like me, who are not naurally artistically inclined, are often drawn to pictures less by their intrinsic artistic value but more because they make us think of somewhere, something or somebody else, and I can only think that this picture of the Seine helped to remind me that there might some day be a life of beauty outside the confines of this austere Jesuit school. 

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