Stacks of Wheat (End of Day, Autumn), 1890/91
Oil on canvas
Do you remember your first museum or gallery experience? I was encountered with this question yesterday and immediately the memory popped into my head. I was in elementary school the first time I visited The Art Institute of Chicago. I don’t know exactly how old I was, but I was blown away by Monet. The stacks of wheat paintings were on display and I imagined myself in the picture, wandering around those atmospheric fields. My mom bought me some pastels, and on the way home I drew haystacks. It happened to be the time of year where there were haystacks all over the fields of Wisconsin and Illinois, and I remember looking out the car window and drawing those scenes, contemplating Monet. For years I said Monet was my favorite artist. I don’t remember anything else from that particular visit to Chicago. That was my first memory of a museum. I have many more memories from childhood that were just as inspirational, such as my first visit to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden and the Salvador Dali Museum in St. Petersburg, Florida.
I love my parents!