One day in Paris I stopped at a smaller museum that was featuring Monet’s largest paintings. I was totally unaware of the shear size of some of the water lily pieces until I saw them. They never had been my favorite but no denying their beauty! What struck me was the vision behind them. Up close it was just a mess of color, shades, and texture. Until you stepped back and saw the larger image take form.
Today it struck me. I feel like a Monet. From far away I appear showered, organized and well, together. But up close I am just a big old mess. That is it.
Today I am a Monet.