We spent some time yesterday at Beyond Van Gogh. I really don't have a concept of how long we were there. Perhaps an hour? Regardless, it was a wonderful period of indeterminable time.
I really don't remember precisely when I discovered his works, or when they arrived in my active consciousness. Maybe it was when I bought this (in poster format) for our new kitchen (20 years ago-ish):
Or when I got this (in smaller poster size) from my Mother-in-Law:
It was clearly a time when I was drawn to gold and mustard tones because both of these were situated in the kitchen, where I had made the 1950s laminate backsplash into a speckled mustard mess:
Don't ask, and I won't tell. c.2005
Plus, please note that we were in to gray before gray became the thing to be in to ...
Anywhooooooooo, back to Vincent ... I've heard bits and pieces of his story over the years, but I never really dove too deeply. I cannot connect the man who removed his hearing device or unsubscribed from life before old age with the life and color of the more commercial works. I mean, the movement of the paintings kind of speaks to from of mind, kind of like a Pollock painting, but the absolute depth of color does not.
After being in a particularly "not up" kind of mindframe myself over the past few weeks, when I saw this, it hit my feels:
That depression is a motherfucker, and this (above) is how it feels, to a T.
While I am NOT a true artist, I make things that express my love of color, shape, form, and movement. I don't paint, physically, but I do make things with my mind, and a bunch of randomly situated ones and zeros.
And I 100% agree with every word of that quote. I don't think I have ever saw myself defined so clearly in someone else's words before.
I am not in "woe is me" or whiny mode. Just being completely and utterly honest about who I am and how I feel.
Here are a few more shots from this brilliant exhibit:
This was FANTASTIC. The animation turned into Starry Night. Glorious!
I don't know titles, or history, I just know how excellent it was to sit on the floor and become part of the paintings and watch them develop all around, and even ON our persons.
Then, because thinking about paintings with a tremendous amount of texture, even though not directly mentioning it in YouTube world, this showed up in my feed ... PHE-NOM-en-AL!!! I am absolutely fascinated!
Oh, and regarding Friday's post, you're going to have to wait ...
But here's a teaser:
And LET me tell you now ... The finished product is FABULOUS, and will be even more so once the driveway is finished and the dirt added for landscaping purposii. It'll be worth the wait.
With that, I'm finished. Have a lovely, relaxing, quiet, or noisy (Your choice) Sunday!
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