Venetian Reflective Impressionism
26 Nov 2008
"We must go to Venice together," said Gerry Blood, a gifted artist we'd befriended, along with his beautiful wife Mary, during the years we lived in Mallorca. "The light and reflections there are magical."
As Gerry said that, the masterpiece we bought from him, a vivid impressionistic oil painting of Gaudi's Sagrada Familia depicted primarily in a pond reflection, came to mind. That night I dreamed of the four of us in a gondola gliding down a glittering canal of Venice.
About eight years later, my eyes filled with tears as my husband and I walked along a Venetian canal. Not only overwhelmed by finally getting to see the magical light and reflections Gerry had spoken of, but the feeling of him with us in spirit. We had never made it to Venice with him and Mary, he having died about three years ago.
On the morning of our last day in Venezia it felt as if Gerry had put in a special order for an ideal Venetian goodbye gift. Fresh crisp air, a cobalt blue sky, and just the right angle of sunlight mixed with winding canals and buildings, appearing created to feature an every changing array of colors and light, made for a spectacular light and reflective show. One canal after another offered shimmering reflective impressionistic pictures. And I joyfully captured them, first by framing part of the subject of the reflection along with the mirrored image, and then went for just the reflections.
My Venetian reflective impressionistic photos now hang on my living room wall, in loving memory of Gerry and the captivating city they reflect.