Edgar Degas
Girl Drying Herself
France, 1885
The Impressionist style reminded me of a vague dream; the kind of dream that you wake up from and can’t remember much of the details, but only the faint emotions that you felt in the dream. It was a good dream, but you don’t really know why, you just wake up happy and refreshed.
I wasn’t exactly impressed with Impressionism. None of the paintings that I looked were eye catching or inspiring or unique, compared to the art work of prior eras. But I think that was the intention. These paintings typically depicted the ordinary, everyday moments in life, and that’s where the beauty lies.
There was one painting that did catch my eye, but not for it’s uniqueness or extordinary beauty. It was it’s familiarity that stood out. This painting was hung over my Grandmother’s cast iron, claw foot tub. I love taking baths in that tub as a child, because it was such a unique bathtub. Taking a bath was so ordinary, but that bathtub made it the experience unique. And as I soaked in the hot water in the cast iron tub, warming up from a day at the windy beach, I would stare at this painting, along with several other Degas paintings in my Grandmother’s very unique bathroom.