I’ve loved Water Lilies for as long as I can remember. I honestly don’t know the first time I saw a photo of the painting, but I will never forget the first time I saw the piece in person. December 2000. In Paris. At the Musee d’Orsay. It was then housed on the second floor of the museum and I just sat down and stared at it. The painting is enormous…takes up a wall in the museum. I sat on a bench near it and looked at it. I was with my mom and sister that day. They walked away from the painting without realizing I was still sitting there. I must have been in that room for a half hour or more before they came back to get me. It was (and still is) a very happy place for me to be.
There’s probably a million other works of art I could tell you I love. The art and writings that I saw in Japan were breathtaking, not necessarily because of their beauty, but because of how ancient they are. There’s nothing quite like looking at a journal entry from an emperor who lived in the 1200s. I mean honestly. I can’t even wrap my head around how old that is.
Buildings alone, pretty much anywhere but America, are works of art, in and of themselves.
But yes, if I have to choose favorites, Water Lilies and Nike are the tops for me.