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I still have a sense of wonder about the city where I have lived almost my entire adulthood. So much to do and see, from sports and culture to nature. In this case: First Friday Dupont, where once a month a handful of Washington art galleries throw open their doors for a public party.

Think of it as a pub crawl with art.

Thanks to a tip from my friend Chris, the art enthusiast, we walked from gallery to gallery, savoring a bit of wine, a cracker with cheese and some amazing art.

First a word about Chris. We have known Chris and Jeff forever (and I’ll leave it at that), and it’s always great when you discover a new side to an old friend. Quite simply, Chris opened my eyes to art. If you go to an art gallery or a museum or even a garden with Chris, she helps you understand the symbolism, the history, the back story. She is a docent at the National Gallery of Art and she helps you find things in paintings or sketches or sculpture that the casual observer (me) would never see.

Our first stop Friday night was a gallery showing the works of their friend Eleanor Kotlarik Wang


a flyem Eleanor

Using paper, wood and canvas, Eleanor layers silkscreened images with paint and then applies sanding and scratches. The result, as her website says, is “Organic forms (that) appear to float … They are airy, free and unattached to any sense of space or time.” The colors were amazing, ranging from royal blues and purples to yellows and oranges and deep red touched by gold. It was a thrill to hear Eleanor talk about her art as we strolled from frame to frame.

At another gallery, tucked away in a historic carriage house, we were wowed by the work of a Bulgarian artist, Kiril Jeliazkov. Huge paintings in vibrant colors depicted Brazilian dancers, a street scene at the Eiffel Tower, a café in Paris, and taxis crowding dusky New York street. His public art has been exhibited around the world, including a PGA golf tournament in Palm Beach.

At the end of the night, we made a pact to spend more First Fridays at Dupont Circle, then drifted toward home thinking about art. 

Sandy Johnson is a journalist and a gardener, equally passionate about both. She lives in Alexandria, VA.  Visit her on her blog, Grassroots & Gardening.

Claude Monet’s art has always struck a chord with me, especially the paintings of his gardens. So when we decided to go to France, a visit to Giverny was tops on my list.

It was in this small village, an hour from Paris, where Monet painted some of his iconic works of art. Smitten by the light, Monet painted his wife with her parasol beside the River Seine and his son toddling through the gardens.

The gardens that inspired him are a work of art in themselves. I consider myself a decent flower gardener (not a master gardener like my friend Ruth, but above-average). But Monet’s gardens are a masterpiece – a cacophony of color in outsize proportions. No tidy English cottage garden for him – these are wild swaths of colorful flowers from the ground reaching high to the arches and trellises. Gravel paths mark the way through the floral tapestry.

Perhaps I’ll just let the flowers speak for themselves.

sunflowerRainbow of color

pink mums

pink mums



We spent hours walking through the gardens and then toured Monet’s house, where hundreds of artworks hang. CRR counted 53 on the walls of Monet’s studio alone. Even the upstairs bedrooms and hallway walls feature paintings by Renoir and Cezanne and Pissarro, fellow advocates of the Impressionist school who often visited Giverny.That evening we ate dinner at ancient Restaurant Baudy, where these master painters hung out in the 19th century. They’ll be my inspiration when I plot my 2014 flower gardens.

Sandy Johnson is a journalist and a gardener, equally passionate about both. She lives in Alexandria, VA.  Visit her on her blog, Grassroots & Gardening.