My brother organized a trip to visit the Monet Experience downtown with our Aunt. We convened on a brisk Sunday at an old TJ Maxx that had most recently been transformed into a Van Gogh Experience that popped up during Covid. That exhibit stuck around for a long time and some leftovers remain โ Van Gogh murals in the stairwells and branded crayons to name a few.
Remnants aside, it’s always nice to experience art but this whole thing had whiffs of the Wonka fiasco in Scotland. It all felt a little lackluster.
I would totally do it again, but only at a deep discount as there just wasn’t much context… Just a bunch of Claude Monet paintings printed or projected large in low resolution with scant details of time, location or subject details.
It wasn’t all bad, there was a coloring activity at the end โ it just wasn’t worth the $40 price of admission.
The upside to all this was getting to spend time with our Aunt April. We grabbed lunch afterward and I found out what dish to bring to our upcoming Easter celebration.
She popped by the house afterward and I could see the gears turning as she eyed the potential for plants in our backyard. It needs help.
