I must have undoubtedly been born under an unlucky star. I've just been turned out, without a shirt on my back, from the inn where I was staying. I have found somewhere safe in the country for Camille and my poor little Jean to stay for a few days. As for myself, I leave this evening for Le Havre. My family refuse to help me any more. I don't know where I'll sleep tomorrow. I was so upset yesterday that I was stupid enough to hurl myself into the water. Fortunately no harm was done.
Claude Monet 1899 Photo:Nadar
Was he rescued from the Seine by a passer-by? Did the shock of the cold water bring him to his senses? We'll never know but on such moments the world turns. It is so easy to look back at an artist's life and think the path from youth to old age was somehow pre-destined; that such talent had to find its way, no matter what, to fame and fortune. I think the opposite is true: such paths are strewn with obstacles: many turn back, or lose their way, or are struck down by misfortune and disappear. I believe Monet lived with his knowledge all his life - he never considered himself (publicly at least) a great artist. His letters (the basis of a recently finished film of mine - I, Claude Monet - soon to be released in the cinema) reveal a man forever troubled by the fragility of his own talent. He never felt that he worked hard enough or saw clearly enough. He was endlessly frustrated by what he thought of as his inability to capture nature correctly.
Claude Monet, The Japanese Footbridge, 1899, National Gallery of Art Washington
There are two dangers with Monet - one is that there are folk who are simply disinterested in art or the perceived chocolate box nature of the impressionists. Or there are those who think they know everything there is to know about Monet. Familiarity can, as they say, breed contempt. Both camps are in the wrong. I can argue all day why I think everyone is - certainly should be - interested in art. It is such an integral part of our daily lives - the way a New Yorker might decorate their apartment, or a Pakistani truck driver might decorate their vehicle, or a Japanese Buddhist might build their temple...and so on and so on. Nor is there anything confectionary about the impressionists - look closely, look again - look at our cinema screen and see the works in a way that has never in history been possible before. And look afresh at the remarkable skill and creative imagination of these artists.
On a surface level there is so much pleasure to be had - look deeper and harder and you'll be even more rewarded. As for those who feel they know all about Monet, I ask forbearance. I often hear folk saying 'oh, we know all about...so & so". Never is it true. I thought I 'knew' Monet until I started reading his letters (around 3000 have survived) and, just as importantly, started really looking at his work again - in chronological order. Throw in the historical, the economic, his peers, the personal, the technological...and what emerges is one of the most fascinating stories in the history of art. His gaze may well have gradually withdrawn to his own garden, his own lily pond, the reflections on the water but the results tell a universal story as relevant today as the day he died in 1926. After 85 minutes in the warm, comfortable confines of your local cinema, I think you'll have re-discovered the wonderful, inspirational Claude Oscar Monet.
Claude Monet, Impression Sunrise, 1872, Musee Marmottan
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Non un semplice documentario ma attimi di sensorialità. La vita del pittore e la sua arte attraggono lo spettatore in un mondo fatto di puro sentimento che si respira, si ascolta, si guarda..
Ieri una mia amica mi ha trascinato al cinema: proiettavano il film "Io, Claude Monet".
In un'ora e quaranta di proiezione siamo state trasportate indietro nel tempo al 1840, anno di nascita del pittore e con lui abbiamo ripercorso i sogni e le speranze giovanili, le delusioni, gli affanni e i dolori della sua vita, insieme con le rare gioie da cui è stata costellata.
Definirlo un documentario è riduttivo. Si potrebbe dire che ne ha la veste ma in realtà si viene presi per mano e guidati in un mondo sensoriale in cui l'uomo Monet viene raccontato da lui stesso (attraverso le lettere scritte ai suoi amici e a sua moglie) e l'artista Monet viene invece descritto dalle immagini dei suoi quadri, messi a confronto con gli spunti naturali che li hanno ispirati.
Un'immersione di pura bellezza in cui la crudezza della realtà non viene sacrificata al sogno ma incastonata e proposta in una sintesi di cui costituisce la spinta vitale.
Un'esperienza resa indimenticabile dallo scambio impalpabile di percezioni tra lo schermo e lo spettatore e che permette a quest'ultimo di essere protagonista di un'opera d'arte che in sala si rinnova continuamente.
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