Van Gogh
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It's titled The Sower. He painted it in 1888. Gorgeous.blunthead
You may have posted this one before, but just wow! Look at all those colors and brush strokes! Do you know the name?
One of a kind genius. I was just listening to Don McLean's "Starry Starry Night." It's so very sad that he was so tortured inside.
I wish he could see how very much people appreciate his work now.
Maybe he can. I always identified with him as an artist, was influenced by him in my own art. Then years later found out he shot himself on my birthday.
I didn't know you "arted!" So do I--mostly pencil, charcoal and colored pencils.
I would like to take an oil painting class, but can't seem to find one around here--Internet doesn't even help.
Finding out something like his death date coinciding with your birthdate feels eerie. But it does give you an even closer connection, yes?
What kind of art do you do?
I started painting in high school and did most everything during that one year and for a little while afterward. We used water-based acrylics which we made from powder. It is a very flexible medium - I was able to find all kinds of interesting colors. But the result is a very opaque, flat look, which is desirable for some things. Later I used coloring pencils, both hard and soft leads, and found them fun to control and of course not messy.I didn't know you "arted!" So do I--mostly pencil, charcoal and colored pencils.
I would like to take an oil painting class, but can't seem to find one around here--Internet doesn't even help.
Finding out something like his death date coinciding with your birthdate feels eerie. But it does give you an even closer connection, yes?
What kind of art do you do?
I don't know how to explain why I wasn't awfully surprised when I discovered he'd shot himself on my birthday.
Yes, I like the control of a pencil...I have done some painting, but that was a long time ago in a different life.
Some things...there are just no words in a language to explain how you feel sometimes. The words just are not good enough to do the feeling justice. This quote of Stephen's is one of my favorites because I feel this way so much:
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear."
I remember always feeling afraid to reveal a finished work for the first time. That drive to do well was probably due mostly to not wanting anyone to see if I didn't try my very best.
I'm that way too. My husband gets so mad at me, because, if I'm not already good at something, I tend not to even want to try it.
For example, if we play wiffleball and I miss three balls, I'm done. I know I'm not good at sports, it's not fun to miss the ball, and I don't like it!
If other people are around, I'm like you--I don't want anyone to think I didn't do great on something.
It's the main reason it always took me forever to complete a work, and why I didn't pursue it as a career, though I really do wish I could get back into it.
