On Art, Law Firms, and Choosing What You Love

I love Impressionism.  I visited the Met once and was fascinated Monet’s paintings, the way they look like swirls and gobs of paint up close but then coalesce into flowers, bridges, and people as you step back.

At the law firm I worked at in DC, all the new associates got an office decorating allowance.  Most used it to get their law school diplomas framed, but my parents already had done this for me.  Instead I bought a large, framed poster of Monet’s  Le Pont Japonais a Giverny.  From Posters.com.  Sophisticated I was not.

Monet, Le Pont Japonais a Giverny, via

A partner came into my little office and took a long look at the poster.

“You like Monet?” I asked.

“He’s okay,” he replied with a shrug.

Possibly my co-workers considered choice in wall art declassé.

In her book, Redeemed, Heather King describes a law office she worked at in Los Angeles, noting the framed Impressionist prints on the wall.  Her point was that it was an uninspired, backward, soul-stifling place to work,  not the hip, happening environment she was expecting in LA.

Claude Monet – The Walk – Woman with a Parasol, via

Claude Monet, The Seine at Giverny, via

The law office where I worked, my floor anyway, had mainly modern art.  I recall a mustard-hued, abstract painting of intersecting circles hanging outside the conference room.  Somehow, it didn’t inspire me.

Jean-Honore Fragonard, The Swing (not an Impressionist but similar, I think)

I am running out of wall space in our house.  Possibly my decor personality is Granny-chic.  Possibly that’s because I buy most of my wall art at the thrift store and at rummage sales.  Unfortunately, they often come in glaring brass frames.

Eugène Boudin, Washerwomen on the Beach of Etretat, via

But I don’t care, because Impressionism makes me happy.

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Linking up with Heather, because that makes me happy too, and because these are five of my favorites of the prints that hang on my walls.