Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.
I’m old enough to know that some things you dream about are never as good in real life. That’s why I’ve come to acknowledge and bask in those dreams and that which nurtures them. Trips are like that. I am now enjoying, basking in, and steeped in lovely romantic notions of peak moments to come. Truth is, for seeing the cities of Paris and Florence, I would like to be traveling back to the 40s, 50s or 60s. Before a lot of sterile architecture, Starbucks, and McDonalds. Back to the cars and clothing and less globalization.
But that’s not the reality. I’m traveling now. And I am conditioning myself to see beyond the imposition of modernity. This is something I can do. Museums, music, parks are all things within which I can lose myself to the moment.
And so I continue to think about the art I have loved that I will see in person in New York, and Paris, and Florence. The local art theatre is featuring the film Renoir. I will see it sometime this weekend. In the meantime, I’m reminded that Renoir was one of my first Impressionist loves and I went looking for the reason why in images of his paintings. I found two girls reading. This is not a familiar painting, but it is typical of the soft, gentle, beautiful way Renoir painted people. The dark-haired girl looks like my sister, Laura, when she was young. Laura is in Europe now with her family. I would have like to think she was looking at this painting as I write, alas it is in a private collection. Maybe in Europe? My sister is clever. Maybe she will meet the owner and be invited to a private showing. This is not an impossible scenario for my baby sister—ma lia sorellina.