Painting Up A Storm. A Snowstorm, That Is

Like the rest of the Midwesterners this week, my family could only be found hunkered down and cozied up in our home, bottoms on the living room floor, playing Uno (Harry Potter edition). We broke only for sustenance and when my smart watch reminded me to stand (bossy!) It was a glorious, glorious week and I don’t know what’s going to happen when I have to put real clothes on again and take my hair out of its ponytail.

I’m exaggerating (a little), but it really was the best week. Smug social media posts from Southerners are completely lost on me because I love Michigan winters! More precisely, I love snow days! Warm-weather friends: you don’t have the absolute delight that is wearing your jammies backward, putting ice cubes in the toilet, setting white crayons by all the windows, and sleeping with an upside-down spoon under your pillow all to be rewarded with the announcement that there is no school!! Nothing thrills me more.

So what does all this have to do with art? Snow days make the best painting days! In fact, art historians figure there must have been a series of huge snowstorms during the age of Impressionism because SO many fantastic winter scenes were created when some of our favorite artists were presumably snowed in.

For instance:

“The Magpie” Monet’s haystacks don’t have anything on this winter wonderland!
Renoir reportedly called winter “Mother Nature’s leprosy.” But it still inspired him!

Gaugin probably painted this after putting a white Crayola by his window.

See what I mean? Beautiful paintings, thanks to “bad” weather. I’m willing to bet Monet was no stranger to backwards pajamas either!

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