Hello there!

I was considering posting this entry tomorrow because I almost had no time to write it, but seeing that this entry is supossed to be the 4th week of December and tomorrow's January...that would be a failure. So, here I am!

Today's journal entry is dedicated to Vincent Van Gogh. Hope you guys like it!

"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."

- Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter who is among the most famous figures in the history of Western art. He created about 2,100 artworks, incluiding around 860 oil paintings - portraits, self-portraits, landscapes... - most of them the last two years of his life. They are characterised by bold colours and dramatic, expressive and impulsive brushwork that contributed to the foundations of modern art.

Whether you like his work or not, we can all say he was an incredible influential artist.

He drew and painted with watercolours in school, but only a few examples survive. As an adult, his uncle asked for drawings of The Hague but Van Gogh's work didn't convince him. He tried again and again, experimenting with lighting and drawing materials. He worked on single figures that gained him criticism for more than a year. That same work was later recognised as early masterpieces.

Then he started working on multi-figure compositions, but when his brother said they lacked liveliness, he destroyed them and turned to oil painting. He began several large painting but again, destroyed most of them.

He said that "colour expressed something in itself" and used colour perceiving them as having a psychological and moral weight. Yellow meant the most to him - symbolising emotional truth - and he used it as a symbol for sunlight, life and God.

I think he was a great painter and I like his work, but I find it extremely sad that most people seem to like him now because they can romanticize his mental illness.

(Please stop doing that?)

There's a quote that goes around and I see on my instagram feed or my twitter timeline once every certain time and it's something about how he ate yellow paint and it makes that terrible action sound like something beautiful. Mental illnesses are not beautiful. He wanted to kill himself, he poisoned himself because he was suffering. It is not beautiful.

I know we - writers - tend to make pain and sadness sound like something artistic and wonderful, but we all know that it isn't true.

Van Gogh suffered from delusions and psychotic episodes, drank heavily and didn't eat properly. As you all know, he also he severed part of his own left ear. His depression continued and on 27 July 1890, he shot himself.

As many others, he was unsuccessful during his lifetime, being considered a failure. He became famous after his suicide and his reputation grew in the early 20th century as elements of his painting style came to be incorporated by different artists.

Hope you liked this one and read you next week!



4 comentarios:

  1. me encanta!
    Muchas gracias por tu comentario en mi blog, te espero por mi nuevo post, mil besos!

    1. ¡Me alegro de que te haya gustado!

      Muchas gracias por comentar :)

  2. Ayy que bonito!! Me gusta muchísimo van gogh, es uno de mis pintores favoritos.
    Muchos besitos,
    te espero por mi nuevo post:

    1. ¡También es uno de mis favoritos!

      Muchas gracias por comentar <3


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