Dillinger
Guerrilla Ontologist
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I had the transcendent pleasure of seeing the Monet retrospective about 7 years ago in Chicago. Standing in the final room of the exhibit - in the middle of that circle of water lilies, I felt an awe of peaceful tranquility that I have rarely ever experienced.
Monet IS meditation. I feel extremely lucky to have happened to be in Chicago at the time of that exhibit. I'm feeling like I need an infusion of Impressionism right about now. An impressionistic infusion, if you will. Something to dab the water lilies of my soul.
I think we must all have certain moments in our lives that are nearly as vivid now as when they first occured. Good moments. I guess I'm not talking about love, or even shared moments with friends. But experiences that transcend the mortal realm, if I might be so impressionistically flowerly with my words here...
I compare that Monet moment with my experiences at meditation. It was a very similar feeling. It was just so incredibly peaceful.
Monet IS meditation. I feel extremely lucky to have happened to be in Chicago at the time of that exhibit. I'm feeling like I need an infusion of Impressionism right about now. An impressionistic infusion, if you will. Something to dab the water lilies of my soul.
I think we must all have certain moments in our lives that are nearly as vivid now as when they first occured. Good moments. I guess I'm not talking about love, or even shared moments with friends. But experiences that transcend the mortal realm, if I might be so impressionistically flowerly with my words here...
I compare that Monet moment with my experiences at meditation. It was a very similar feeling. It was just so incredibly peaceful.
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