Space: And there's even more...
These are the continuing voyages of the Flying-Brick ‘Gnome’. Its continuing mission: to be or not.
Chapter 16: Honfleur Part 3
Amongst all the political shenanigans, despite all the financial crises, viral attacks, despair, depression; there are better things. Better things out there than all this crap.
One such saving grace is art.
In 1824, a son was born to the harbour master of Honfleur. A certain Eugène Boudin. He was not, as you may imagine, the father of the Boudin sausage, the French equivalent of black pudding. (How some boudin sausages are white is a complete mystery to me.) No, he was to become important in the world of art. And one of his favoured devotees; my favourite painter. Claude Monet.
Between Monet, Boudin and a few others, they started a completely new form of art; Impressionism.
Here are some of his original paintings that I have hanging on my wall...
These masterpieces were painted in Honfleur, where his early inspiration came from.
Some of his early works look amazingly like some of my later works...
Well, fantasising about having some of his work was not going to get us to our goal. A goal that was still uncertain.
The Elf still had not received the results of her covid test. Wales was about to go into lockdown. Rumours abounded that Bristol could soon enter curfew if not complete lockdown, and it was now beyond doubt that the whole of England would have to go the same way.
We were soon to enter a tunnel. Were we would go when we came out of it was still uncertain.
Thank God for coffee.
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