Art is a world open to all. Human brains can interpret art in any form, style, perspective, etc. You can stop to observe a few minutes while you leave your mind clear of any thought, you begin little by little letting enter your imagination all the art you observe. It is a delight that produces pleasurable sensations in thought.
Vicent Van Gogh has become an endearing artist, you can not forget someone like him, once you enter his world. Its history and its legacy are something memorable in all those minds that are given the opportunity to know their magnificent works. When I read his story I could not help but imagine fast images in my head.
Vicent Van Gogh his many letters to his brother in gratitude for his selfless help. Vicent Van Gogh’s brother was the key to his success. He was the one who helped him financially to invest in the dreams of Vicent Van Gogh. It would be incredible if all the families supported themselves in that way, it would be incredible if we helped each other to realize our dreams instead of wanting to destroy them.
Vicent Van Gogh was a self-taught person. Since he was young he had that interest in drawing, his first job was in an art gallery. He was faithful to his beliefs and that led him to become a Protestant pastor. He was 26 years old when he went as a missionary to a mining religion in Belgium, where he began to draw local people.
Are you imagining it? A young adult missionary man in a new country, learning about the place, observing people talking to them, and absorbing the interspersed taking a canvas and a brush, shaping all that analysis about their environment and painting something that just by observing, can connect with the mind and take you to that place alive in that painting.
In 1885 he painted his first great work, the potato eaters.
Vicent Van Gogh, the potato eaters
I can observe five people, three women and two men. Its modest appearance, it is seen that it is during the night I see a house with its simple worn but captivating and cozy interior. It seems like a meeting between friends, after a long day at work. They are sharing coffee and surely potatoes by the name of the painting. I have realized that after a long day of hard work, you enjoy more free time. In the world since the world has memory, social divisions have always existed. People with fewer economic resources seem happier than people stressed by being full of power and vanities that make them believe in a false happiness outside. This painting reflects towards me the magic that can be achieved by the united people, the positive people, the people who live with what is necessary, willing to enjoy every second of the time that they can live. This painting was created in April 1885 while Vicent Van Gogh resided in Nuenen, the Netherlands. This painting is in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam.
The light and the preference for bright colors for which Vicent Van Gogh is known, arose later, when he moved to the south of France, achieving its fullness during his stay in Arles in 1888.
I like to see the paintings of him the bright colors, I can see a bright yellow tone being the protagonist of a whole painting, combined with other bright colors, achieving a wonderful contrast. I wish some day to have the opportunity to go to that museum in Amsterdam. For now, I am pleased to be able to observe your paintings on various sites on the internet. It would never be compared to seeing them in person.
There is something sad in the history of Van Gogh, the quality of his works was recognized only after his death, in a retrospective exhibition in 1890, considered today one of the great masters of the history of painting.
For me it is sad, that he did not enjoy recognition in life, since he deserved to know that the art world was grateful, that he let his imagination out by expressing his feelings in a painting, unique and unrepeatable feelings for other people. Vicent Van Gogh is a clear example of passion and fidelity to dreams, and the importance of our self-love to do the things we want to do, fulfill our dreams for ourselves, not think about being successful for people but, for our being interior that must be unbreakable. Unfortunately depression would appear later in his life …
Vicent Van Gogh greatly influenced twentieth-century art, especially among German Expressionists and Fauves such as Matisse, Derian, Vlaminck and Kess Van Dongen. Van Gogh died at age 37 from a gunshot wound; It is not yet known if it was a suicide or involuntary manslaughter.
Vicent Van Gogh was a man with a talent that once physically employed (paintings) became an unforgettable art legacy. He learned from other painters of his time, he reads in his biography, his enthusiasm and admiration for Japanese art and how that art also influenced his in some of his paintings. Van Gogh began to paint after the age of twenty, his first paintings were in different colors, but when the tones of those colors were muted, he learned more about everything that surrounded him at the time, leaning more towards the vibrant tones.
Vicent Van Gogh lived for long periods in different places, had friends painters, as I read and I can analyze, for Van Gogh the good people were important they were shown painting them, like the mailman friend whom I paint as well as the postman’s wife and the children of this. Vicent Van Gogh had no luck in love, that love given to each other by two people in love, and that came to affect him, since it became depression which was present at various times of his life. Van Gogh fell in love with his cousin who was a widow, she rejected him all the time, that he looked for her then, their family was opposed to such a relationship that they found disgusting.
Vicent Van Gogh proposed marriage to his cousin immediately she became widowed and her response to the proposal of his cousin Van Gogh was: No, never, NEVER. Despite this refusal he insisted in letters, that the widow did not answer, in addition to refusing to see him, Van Gogh insisted with her parents, went to his house to try to see her again, his parents even said that his insistence was disgusting .
After this Van Gogh had strong problems with his father so much that this led him to leave the house. This can be read in a letter that Vincent sent to his brother.
Far from home, Vicent’s love life took a new direction desperate for the rejection of his cousin, or perhaps out of compassion, Van Gogh picked up from the street a pregnant alcoholic prostitute with a daughter, with whom he lived for a year; both the mother and the daughter served as a model.
The relationship with this woman was unsuccessful, because she, due to lack of economic resources, returned to prostitution and this, together with the great depression that Van Gogh suffered from her father, her brother Theo, and her cousin Mauve, made that this attempt at family life would fail.
In the autumn of 1884, he fell in love again, now with the daughter of a neighbor, Margot Bengemann, ten years older than Vicent, who accompanied him in his pictorial outings in the countryside. They thought about getting married, but they met with firm opposition from Margot’s family, who even tried to commit suicide.
Vicent was self-taught, after abandoning his studies at age 15, I suppose it became tedious for him, since from a very young age he had to study in different boarding schools, he always prided himself on having been self-taught. If we think about it well in life, we learn more by being self-taught.
Vicent came to develop so much passion for art that it led him to paint everything he saw, nature was his delight. Vicent in a season of his life set out to open a place of art, rented a house that was called the yellow house for its walls of that tone. His brother Theo supported him morally and economically throughout his life, his brother believed in him and supported him until the last day of Vicent’s life.
In that season in which Vicent was about to open that place, he had a strong discussion with one of his friends who was also a painter and was part of the idea of opening that place, the discussion was so much that it led him to lose his left ear, which is not known exactly if it was he who took it from him, or was his friend during the discussion. It is said that it was probably his friend who took his ear but, Vicent protected him saying that it was he who got hurt. This accident led Vicent to stay hospitalized after this made a self-portrait of his bandaged ear while he looked in the mirror and smoked a pipe. It is said that Vincent removed that part of his ear, in response to the depression he suffered after learning that his brother Theo would marry.
In several seasons of the life of Vicent, he had mental problems taking him to internase on his own in mental sanatoriums. Where he also had his space to paint.
The last seasons of life of Vicent, he settled in a boarding house in that place to a friend of Theo, a doctor who offered to take care of him and to visit him, it was of so much help this gesture for Vicent that that made him recover the confidence and the love In its greatest state for art, in that season I paint more than seventy paintings. During those last 30 months, Vicent painted 500 works in spite of his multiple lapses of depression before reaching that place, it seems that his last months of life he had found a balance between a quiet life and his paintings reflecting in them the reflection of his observations around him, with a hostile but peaceful taste.
His depression then became present and this time worsened, and on July 27, 1890, at the age of thirty and feels years, while walking in the field, shot himself in the chest with a revolver. He did not realize that his wound was deadly and returned to the boarding house. Where he died in his bed two days later, in the arms of his brother Theo.
I risked my life for my work, and my reason half destroyed. ; These are the last words of Vicent Van Gogh, found in the last letter, found on his deathbed on July 29, 1890.
I think of those words in that letter, and I can interpret it this way: I think of that picture of fragile wheat surrounded by vultures, a painting by Vicent, which reflected precisely a premonition about death. I think those words can mean, maybe he intends to hurt himself in that field, see that whole scene, see himself hurt and fragile, and then paint those feelings and that scene on a canvas. Perhaps his confusion in combination with depression made him act in a way where reason seemed to be absent.
You can read in the biography of Vicent, who years later a theory emerged his death was an involuntary manslaughter, by young rebels who played with a gun, young people that Vicent knew and did not want to incriminate and would have incriminated himself. This is just a theory which, in my opinion, does not convince me.
Since depression is a silent trigger that ends up killing the soul, taking away the flavor of life, Vicent suffered from depression throughout his life, his love life seems to me to have been a trigger, since it is read that in all its stories of love, he could never realize that love of him towards a woman and be together, he love seemed to be unattainable. We all need to be able to love someone with freedom to enjoy being reciprocated, love can fill all the gaps and not give rise to depression to fill them. It is important to love ourselves first, but it is an art to be able to love someone else, to be able to even experience that happiness accompanied most of times by that exquisite pain, which makes us want to return to love, to get back a slice of memories, memories of our soul ardent and thirsty for a love that leaves us ecstatic.
The first love recorded in the history of the biography of Vicente Van Gogh was from someone he met in a boarding house where he was staying, this woman was the daughter of the patron of the pension. Her name was Eugenia, which rejected him because she was committed and would marry.
Vicent Van Gogh existed, physically in this world for 37 years, with a life full of sorrows, joys, and success at feeling his passion for art. The majority of the lives of us humans are not an ocean of permanent happiness, but they manage to become an art when we discover what we really are and what we want to be, when we manage to find a balance with all the chaotic and miserable life, It is not easy, when we achieve that mental balance, it is when we finally begin to break chains and run for our even impossible longings.
Vicent Vang Gogh will exist forever in the art world, in the true philosophy of what life should be, Van Gogh will always feel that happiness and vibrant curiosity every time I see your paintings, I hope someday to see them in the museum located in Amsterdam People need to inspire us, we need to know art, everything that means Art. It is an incredible feeling, I hope to continue learning.
Vicent Van Gogh- Self-Portrait – Photography Taken from Pinterest
I read the biography, works, letters, everything related to the life of Vicent Van Gogh in various internet sources. I wanted to be able to summarize it, in this post accompanied by my interpretation on everything related to this unforgettable artist