Got More Monet than Time
We’ve been meaning to visit all the Balboa Park museums since our arrival in San Diego, but the zoo and the aquarium kept wooing us back for repeat visits this summer, hogging our outing time. Then a couple of weeks ago, Alice discovered an incredible art museum near her San Fran abode, and her stories of close encounters with works by Rembrandt, Cassatt, and Monet fired me up to move “take kids to San Diego Museum of Art” from the Sometime list to the Do It Now one.
Yesterday, as I mentioned in my somewhat grumbly tale at Lilting House, was the monthly Free Tuesday there, so off we went.
Lesson number one: You might think you are being all kinds of clever and responsible by spending the morning cleaning house before packing up the kids for the big museum outing—”We’ll come home to a nice clean house, won’t that be nice?”—but you are wrong. The parking lot police officer took time out from writing tickets for cars illegally parked in the handicapped spaces to tell me, jovially, that you have to arrive before 10 a.m. if you want to get a (legal) parking spot. It was 11:45 when he was telling me this, so: whoops.
He very kindly told me where to go to find a parking lot I could drive around in for 25 minutes hunting for a space. I took his advice, and figured out all on my own how to stalk a pedestrian strolling into the lot with keys jangling, suggesting the possibility that she was returning to her car and therefore about to vacate a space. The space was approximately four inches wider than my minivan, so I spent another 18 minutes backing-and-filling in order to get into it.
By this time the kids were fed up with Balboa Park and asked if we could go home. I laughed like a crazy person and told them if they thought I was going to give up this parking space, EVER, they were sorely mistaken. “We are going to LIVE here from now on,” I told them. “Forever. I worked too hard for this space. I am never going to leave it, you can bury me here. Hold on, I need to call Daddy and give him our new address. Honey, we now reside at Space #16, The Lot Behind Spreckles Organ Pavilion, Balboa Park, San Diego, I don’t know the zip code yet. Can you change the mail forwarding? Because I can’t leave this spot to go to the Post Office.”
Then one of the kids pointed out the sign that said the lot closes at 6 p.m.
“Shoot,” I sighed. “We’d better go see that museum before they kick us out.”
The facade of the museum is currently hidden behind plywood and tarps, presumably for a restoration of some kind, but you scarcely notice that as you herd your children up the stroller ramp, because your gaze is transfixed by the lovely pensive face of the Young Shepherdess, the gem of the museum’s collection. Painted in 1895 by William Bougereau, the Shepherdess is arguably the gallery’s most beloved work of art. My daughters want to be her (because she is pretty, goes barefoot, and has sheep) and were desperately eager to see her.
Turns out she is off gallivanting around the country right now. A museum guard told me (very chatty these Balboa Park personnel are, and don’t I appreciate it!) that the painting is making a U.S. tour this summer. But she’ll be back in a few months, and that’s fine because it will probably take me that long to find another parking space.
Instead of the Shepherdess, we visited Giverny. Oh! Giverny! The word is magical. It whispers: Monet, poppies, haystacks, light-streaked skies, picturesque laborers in wheat fields drenched with sun. We made a beeline for the visiting exhibit, a large collection of Impressionist works by the artists who congregated in the little French painters’ colony during the late 1800s. They took their easels out to the woods and fields in a golden frenzy of plein-air painting. All right, the wall placard describing the exhibit didn’t say anything about a frenzy per se, but it did talk a lot about plein-air painting, a term whose pronunciation I managed to fake quite passably but of whose definition I was ignorant until a kind-eyed Englishwoman explained it to Jane.
She was quite a knowledgeable woman and shared many tidbits of information with us as we strolled from painting to breathtaking painting. Monet was everywhere, shimmering in leaf green and spruce green, plummy shadows, frothy blues. Forget my parking space, I want to live in one of those paintings.
I particularly liked the work of American Impressionist Theodore Robinson, about whom I probably ought to have known before but didn’t. (Oh look! I just realized he’s the same guy Elizabeth posted about a few days ago. Maybe that’s why his name jumped out at me.) We also greatly admired the work of John Leslie Breck and Guy Rose. But it was Monet who gave us the goosebumps. Jane and I could not believe we were standing there in front of his actual paintings, a dozen of them at least. I lost count. I was too occupied with counting the heads—and more to the point, hands—of my own children. “Don’t touch the wall, honey. Oh! And don’t point at the paintings. What if you accidentally touched one! Good heavens! Oh! No, Wonderboy, don’t poke the nice English lady. She’s your sisters’ only chance of having their questions answered here because Mommy is distr—Oh! No, Beanie, you can’t eat string cheese in an art museum!”
I do not pretend our outings are serene.
If I get a chance later, I will link to some of the paintings we got to look at. This one, Morning on the Seine Near Giverny (which looks washed out in every image I could find online but is in reality saturated with color so rich it’s like light poured itself into pigment) is the one I mentioned in yesterday’s Lilting House post, the print Rose fell in love with in the bookstore. There were other paintings we liked even better: I think all of us favored the golden haystack ones (and there were many—mighty fond of painting haystacks were those Impressionists) over the misty river paintings.
Not that there’s any reason to choose. The world is an art gallery nowadays. I foresee many virtual pilgrimages to Giverny in our future. As there have been in our past—Linnea in Monet’s Garden and Katie Meets the Impressionists have ranked highly in our book catalogue for many years.
After the Giverny exhibit, we toured several other galleries in the museum, encountering Goya, Renoir, O’Keefe, Warhol, Fra Angelico, and Giotto. We missed Picasso, Rembrandt, and Chagall, but we’ll be back.
As soon as I find parking.
JoVE says:
We’ve found great resources for the Impressionists and I highly recommend the Impressionists art game (and the Van Gogh and friends one, too). I blogged about them ages ago here:
http://jovecanada.typepad.com/tricotomania/2007/02/art_lessons.html
The books are very well done. Accessible to the kids but chock full of good information that really helps you learn how to look at these things.
On August 23, 2007 at 8:53 am
Genevieve says:
Ahhh.. more fond memories. What we used to do on Free Tuesdays is to arrive at the park around 9-ish for a breakfast picnic – some quiche, cherry tomatoes, cheese and crackers. That way we always found parking literally right beside the musuem without too much hassle. Hope you have better luck next time!
On August 23, 2007 at 9:36 am
Elizabeth H says:
Gosh, this makes me feel so grateful to be European… Monet at the National Gallery a few tube stops away, not to mention Paris just over (or under) the water! I’ve been to Giverny, too, and it’s absolutely lovely, behind all the swarms of other tourists.
On August 23, 2007 at 3:00 pm
Sue B says:
Don’t worry, parking gets much easier right after Labor Day. You’ll like some of the other museums, too. When my kids were still in the stroller, we liked the Mingei (Folk Art) a lot. The last time we were there, strollerless, I turned my back for a moment and my son decided to dance on the carpet from Kazakstan. So I don’t recommend it for really adventurous four year olds. Our current family favorite is probably the Rueben H Fleet (Science). Lots of hands-on stuff, and a large area specially designed for the under-6 set. (and packed on free Tuesday)
On August 23, 2007 at 5:05 pm
Heather says:
I really enjoyed reading about your trip. I had to laugh about the parking as I am from Baltimore and experience that frequently – except we have to pay $12-20 for that right to park! The blessing is now the two major art museums in Baltimore are always free (something our current governor did in his last months as mayor of Baltimore – hmmm something to help him win the election, perhaps?)
On August 23, 2007 at 9:23 pm
Joan Peterson says:
I Love Monet.
when I was kid, we used to go to The Met several times a year. We took the Subway. No problem parking.
The Realtor group went to N.Y. several times a year. At least 3xs, we would got to The Met before going to a twofer. Our mode of transportation was the Bus.
Every Year The Alzheimer’s Assoc. sends me a calendar of Impressionists. This year was mostly Monet with a few Van Gogh’s nd a Renoir. Continue to enjoy. Love and kisses to All, Mom/ Grandma Joan
On August 26, 2007 at 1:21 pm