Vincent Van Gogh As Very Few have Seen Him
There are two things that few people know about
Vincent Van Gogh.
The first is that his paintings have changed color immensely From what he originally painted. These painting here have Been restored as best as possible to remove the dark browns That came over time, almost like rust, which were once gold And banana yellow.
The Second thing is that his letters to his brother Theo, were Every bit as beautiful, if not even more gorgeous with love then His paintings.
Vincent, had a inner sentimentality and adoration towards Women, children and folks of all walks of life, few people Could Ever match, despite being crippled With Bi- Polar Disorder, Epilepsy, and all this being magnified intensely by The fact he carried the "melanocortin 1 Receptor" Gene that Cause people To have red hair, And be very sensitive to all of Life’s Experiences, sometimes to the point of daily early Fatigue.
We have written about this redhead fact before and the great Contributions they have made to arts, politics and medicine, From Jefferson and Franklin to Kennedy And Robin Williams on another page here at the Palms Art Gallery called-
"Those Lucky Redheads".
Vincent Van Gogh started life as a minister to the poor coal Miners at a company owned town that sent children male and Females as young as 10 years of age 2000 feet below ground to Harvest coal from the earth, he gave away all his money for Their medical care to the point of living in such poverty, he Was fired from the "church" for dressing like a beggar. He Began To sketch the miner’s, which resulted In 2 of his most Famous Works, "The Potato Eaters" and "Sorrow" the latter Being a charcoal sketch of a shrunken woman hunched over in The loss of her family that said-
"How can there be one woman in this modern world alone"
These women he referred to were the mothers whose husbands And children died in the mines well before their time.
Being of too sensitive a nature to watch the hardships of the Poor any longer he moved to the countryside to paint.
These pictures have been restored to as Vincent painted and Saw them, and maybe are some of the only pictures on the net To represent them as they looked in his time.
There are many myths about Vincent Van Gogh, to despell one, He Never cut his ear off and gave it to a prostitute, there never Was a prostitute, there was only a disperate woman with a Child who had been abandoned by the father, though she Worked, she was very poor and fell back on her ex Boyfriends For many loans, sometimes for sex, so she could feed her child, They did love each other, but when Vincent's Art failed to sell, she left him.
Vincent Van Goghs ear was cut off in a fight with Paul Gauguin, His housemate, who Vincent came to hate because of Gauguin's abandonment of his many children and wife, Vincent saw this As a horrible act of cruelty, and in a fight Gauguin swung a sword at Vincent and cut off his ear. Dispite This fight, Vincent, so Loney with Manic depression, begged Gauguin not to leave him, Which is a common reaction with many Folks who suffer from Bi-Polar Disorder, as they have a very deep Horrific fear of being alone.
Vincent Van Gogh in just 10 short years produced over 2000 Paintings, after years of social rejection, untreated bi polar Disorder, Epilepsy and heartbreak with the poor of the world, He attempted to take his own life, he failed this attempt, and Walked 2 miles home, he died slowly from the gunshot wound Over a period of 2 Days, as he layed in bed, with Theo his Brother at his side.
His last words where-
"My depression at this world will never go away"
His words here below are every bit as beautiful as his art, one Must only marvel to tears that such letters are written as these.
Few folks have ever seen his letters of love and compassion Written to his devoted brother, Theo, the sole person in his life Who stood by him always, theo, an art dealer himself, saved and preserved his brother's art.
Today, tho only having sold one painting in all his lifetime, Vincent Van Gogh, is the most celebrated artist in the world, And as you will see, his words shined with love for the world, Women, children and his brother Theo, every bit as brightly As his art and the fame that followed it.
This life has become very dear to me,
And i am very glad that I love,
My life and my love are one.
I feel energy,
New healthy energy in me,
Everybody feels who really loves.
And if one truely loves nature
One can find beauty everywhere.
In love one must not only give,
But one must take,
And, reversing it, one
Must not only take
But also give.
If ever i can do anything for you
Be of some use to you,
Know i am at your disposal.
We are rather apart,
And we have perhaps different views on somethings,
Nevertheless, there may come an hour
There may come a day
When we may be of service to each other.
Everyone who works with love
And with intelligence
Finds in the very sincerity of his love
For nature and art,
A kind of armour aganst
The harsh opinions of this world.
Since the begining of this love
I have felt that unless I give myself up to it entirely
Without any restriction,
With all my heart,
There was no chance for me what so ever.
We must keep our heads clear,
And do not cloud our minds,
Nor should we hide our feelings,
Nor smother the fire and light,
But just simply say:
Thank God I love.
Do you know what frees one from this human captivity?
It is every deep serious affection.
These open the prison by surpreme power,
By some magic force,
Where sympathy is renewed,
Life is restored.
Love a friend,
What ever you like, But one must love
With a lofty and serious intimate sympathy,
With strenght, with intellignece
And one must always try
To know deeper, better and more.
When i saw you again,
And walked with you,
I had the same feeling
Which i used to have,
As if life were something good and precious
Which one must value,
And i felt more cheerful and alive.
Create in your wife
A free and modern soul, deliver her
From the terrible prejucices which chain her.
I should rather have her speak badly
and yet be good,
Then be refined in speech and heartless.
I intend to marry this woman, to
Whom I am attached and who
Is attached to me.
I want to go through the joys and sorrows of family domestic life,
In order to paint it from my own experience,
Acquainted with the prejudices of the world, I know that
What i have to do is retire from the sphere
Of my own class-
Which anyhow cast me out long ago.
Because I want to find
And keep real friendship,
It is difficult for me
To conform to conventional friendship,
Because where there is convention
There is also mis-trust.
It is good to love many things,
For therein lies the true strength
And whosoever loves much performs much,
And can accomplish much,
And what ever is done in real love is done well.
The best way to know God
If only we try to live sincerely
It will go well with us, even though
We are certian to experience real sorrow
And great disappointments,
And also will probably commit great faults
And do wrong things,
But it certainly is true
That it is better to be high-spirited,
Even though one makes more mystakes,
Then to be overly Narrow minded
And way too prudent.
I am often rich, not in money,
But rich because i have found in my work
Something which I can devote my self
With heart and soul,
And which gives me inspiration
And a zest for life.
Do you know that
It is very, very necessary for honest people
To remain in art?
Hardly anyone knows
That the secret of beautiful work
Lies to a great extent
In truth and sincere sentiment.
I can not help it that my pictures do not sell.
The time will come when people will see
That my paintings are worth more then the price
Of the paint
And my own living.
I saw a red sunset,
It's rays falling
On the trunks and foliage of the pines,
Growing among a tumble of rocks,
Coloring the trunks and foliage
With a orange fire
It was superb.
My life and my love are one!
It is not the language
Of the great painters,
But the language
One must listen
I want to die from living a passionate life
Not a proper living graveyard boring one
Why must men parrish before the world see's the beauty of their hearts and life's work-
Vincent Van Gogh
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