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Walking Through Monet's Garden



As mentioned in a post a while ago, J and I are studying Monet and Impressionists art in general. This has been a fairly easy study to put together and both J and I are enjoying it more than I anticipated. I found some great children's books at the library about Monet. Some of them are historical fiction and they are great because they weave factual information about Monet and his life into an interesting format for younger children.

Other than books that include his paintings, we have used the following children's books:

1. Monet and the Impressionists for Kids by Carol Sabbeth(This is a great book with lots of activities to teach kids how to paint like an Impressionist).

2. Claude Monet: Sunshine and Water Lilies by Steven Packard

3. Linnea in Monet's Garden by Bjork and Anderson. This is a great book and a great story about a girl's trip to Paris and Giverny. The pictures are beautiful and the story is well written. (Just a note, you may want to read some of the material in this book first. Monet had a child out of wedlock and later got married. This book explicitly discusses that . . . we skipped over that since I did not want to try to explain that to my 5 year old).

4. The Magical Garden of Claude Monet by Laurence Anholt

5. A Blue Butterfly: A Story about Claude Monet by Bijou Le Tord

After Easter, we are planning to go to the National Museum of Art to see some of Monet's paintings.
My plan is to walk through some of the gardens around the area as well, so we can experience some of the same inspiration that Monet experienced in his garden in Giverny.

We have been reading about Monet and the Impressionists for about two weeks now (not everyday). I am enjoying it because Monet is one of my favorite painters. J has really enjoyed it as well. Last weekend, J was inspired to create his own Water Lily painting, just like Monet created. Well, not exactly like Monet . . . .


The blue is the water and the green with the pink or red are the water lilies. Oh, and those big brown things in the middle . . . . those are "soldier boats!"

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