Observations, With CatarAct Blues, I'll Paint It Like Monet Did in 1922

2024, I'll Blend It Like Claude Monet Did, In 2025.

Crossroads to...

To Chaos...

To the crossroads again.

In Monet's world, where vision blurs, At a crossroads, colors clash in whirs; amidst the chaos of his sight, He painted dreams, a pure delight.

With cataract eyes, strokes ran wild, A realm of haze, yet so delighted, Through the murky lens, his art did rise, A symphony of soft disguise.

From 1912 to '22, his vision changed, his art anew. Surgery brought a brighter hue, but chaos shaped the world he drew.

This photo captures a storefront on White Avenue, in the heart of Old Strathcona, adorned with a white Christmas tree on the sidewalk. It’s striking to see this white building and festive display amidst a bustling neighborhood of color filled with bars, restaurants, clothing stores, and gift shops. The scene evokes the whimsical blur and unexpected contrasts reminiscent of Monet's later works, where his cataract-affected vision transformed his perception of light and colour.

I'll invite young, old and angry women to add paint to my canvases.