When we first decided to visit Paris I immediately researched the art collection housed in the The Louvre. At that point the sheer volume of art overwhelmed me. After actually going and seeing about a third of the sixteen kilometers, I was sixteenthly overwhelmed!
Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful – there are so many adjectives to describe everything we saw!
Also: stolen. Think back to the age of colonization and empire expansion. Larger counties found themselves saying “mine!” and then adding the land/artifacts/art to their collection. When visiting the British Museum we thought they had sticky fingers in Egypt. Well, nothing really compares to the Louvre’s display of ancient Greecian, Roman, and Italian sculptures:
Do you see the Venus D’Milo in the background of the photo on the left? That room was filled to the max with detailed, stone people, much more amazing than skillfully described by me.
At an early age I found myself drawn to art, thanks to a teacher. I learned of names like El Greco, Degas, Picasso, Cézanne, Dali, and many others. So when visiting the Louvre I expected to see hoards of things I loved.
I have to say, I didn’t see as pieces I loved or even recognized. There’s just so much to see, and navigating that museum is not easy, either! Plus, much of it is old or “classical”, not modern or very recent.
But we saw this lady:
Many warned me that the size of this paining might surprise me. I actually found the small scale fitting. Large paintings tend to have much going on, and the Mona Lisa portrays beauty simply. I dug it.
And after much walking we finally found a few recognizable names like Renoir, Monet, and Degas. I mean, come on, this French museum had to be hiding their acclaimed artists somewhere!
Eventually you just start having fun with the art:
Overall, I’m glad we went and saw the Louvre. However I think they could learn something from the cliche “quality over quantity.” (Not to say that the art presented was not amazing, there was just so much freaking art all over the place like some collector just threw up years of history into a giant museum.) If time permitted, then a trip to the Musée de l’Orangerie allows visitors to gaze at the splendor of Monet’s Water Lilies. I guess that will happen on our next trip!
Oh and I leave you with this.
I love everything about this so much:
totally frame worthy.
Paris, Louvre, Art, Love, Us.