It all began with a paint box my father brought home one day when I was a child. The box was filled with all the colours of the rainbow. But the lid of the box, that’s what got me hooked. It had Monet’s painting Coquelicots (Poppy Fields) printed on it. It shows a woman and child taking a stroll through a poppy field on a summer’s day. When I first laid eyes on the picture it drew me closer and closer, almost wanting to enter the stunning scenery, already feeling a soft breeze and the summer sun on my skin while running through the fields. While colouring I would gaze into the picture on the paint box and wonder how life would be living in that painting. Well, it’s obvious those poppy fields made a lasting impression.
Picknicks and flowers
In adulthood, the memory of the paint box popped up in my mind once in a while and so did the Monet gardens in Giverny, France after first hearing about them when I was a teenager. Several times, I was close visiting the place, but never managed on actually doing so until this summer when friends living in Paris suggested on going. Being surrounded by tourists, I imagined how it would be to live there and having the house and gardens to myself, even if it were for just one day. Having picknicks, swimming in the pond, watching birds and butterflies, picking flowers. And doing some colouring of my own.
