I love to appreciate art and want to live a picturesque life, but I am a half-hanger in art, because I don't know anything about theory, but any artist I can call a name, probably the whole world knows.
I love English and often give the impression of "good English" and teach English intermittently. As with art, I have a constant passion, but I am not from a science class, I do not memorize words based on interest, and I feel that I am also half-hanged.
Today, I came across the BBC documentary Van Gogh's autobiography van gogh: painted with words, and watched the three-minute clip of "Beloved Van Gogh" with the melody of starry starry night. Movies, music, videos, in the same time and space in such an order, were experienced by me, activating my little feelings, about Van Gogh's loneliness, about English. Even if it's a half-hanger, I don't spit out unhappy.
Movie posters come from the web
This documentary was produced in 2010, Fukumaki played Van Gogh, almost the whole drama in a lonely confession, the drama is completely in the eyes and face, the loneliness and pain of Van Gogh are interpreted to the fullest. Of course, the more than 80-minute film naturally cannot express the pain of his entire life.
It was about the winter of 2015, when I was very hungry for Chinese books in the United States, and I didn't like to read electronic books, so I had to rely on e-books, and I accidentally downloaded Van Gogh's autobiography "lust in life" on Dangdang.com with an iPad, but unfortunately there was only one-third of the trial version at that time, and I wasted half a day and did not find the full version, so I gave up. I was so intoxicated with reading, the night I read and the mood of the time, and I remember his life as a missionary in the Coal Town of Belgium in particular: the darkness, the poverty, the hunger and the glimmer of his soul. For some reason, I remember this detail: he was with the miners during the day, returned to his burrow alone late at night, and ate stiff bread with the cold coffee left in the morning, and probably didn't eat it at noon. Such details are destined to be unenlightened in the 80-minute documentary.
But that doesn't in any way diminish the documentary's appeal. In the film, the paintings seem to be alive, and his encounters and monologues interpret each painting. He revived the cells of my whole body and looked at his soul through the paintings made by the soul.
After watching the documentary, I watched the three-minute clip of "Beloved Van Gogh", with the whole song of Starry Starry Night as the background. Listening to this song for many years, I only think the melody is good, and this three-minute clip, coupled with his flowing paintings, carefully read the lyrics in Chinese and English, I feel his deep sense of loneliness even more, and suddenly the cells of the whole body are sad. Oh yes, actually this song is called vincent.
Watching the whole film, I only marveled that Van Gogh was too lonely and lonely. This loneliness does nothing to help life on Earth, except for his artistic paintings.
One morning a few years ago, after running in Unity Lake Park, I closed my eyes and meditated quietly for a while, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the red flowers and green grass were unusually bright and shining. So, I almost believe that van Gogh saw the colors of the world differently than we see. And this only added to his original loneliness.
The lines throughout the film are very, very beautiful, and the translations Chinese are great. Often watching high-quality bilingual subtitles, you can more and more understand the beauty of both languages. Lazy, I wrote down the following two sentences among many good words and good sentences:
“words failed me."
"life weighted so heavily upon him."
The first sentence is that he left the gloomy Netherlands and saw for the first time the beauty of the vast landscape of the southern French countryside, which cannot be described. How would you translate "unspeakable" in English? He used only those three words.
The second sentence, from the brother Theo's pity and helplessness for his beloved brother, despite his different talents, how can he escape from life.
At the end of his life, at a psychiatric hospital in the south of France, a letter to Theo was a confession of his own heartbreak:
let me quietly continue my work. if it's that of a madman, well then, too bad. then i can't do anything about it .
little by little, i can come to consider madness as being an illness like any other… it's quite odd perhaps that the result of this terrible attack is that in my mind there's hardly any really clear desire or hope left. i'm thinking of squarely accepting my profession as a madman.
The most heartbreaking thing is that little by little.
Little by little, he accepted his madness, and he had to console himself that maybe madness was just like any other disease. It turned out that he had also surrendered to life.
It is gratifying that when he paints, there is no pain, even joy. He said: so then my brush goes between my fingers as if it were a bow on the violin, and absolutely for my pleasure! I seem to see that when he paints, he is the exciting conductor of the symphony orchestra.
At the Gettly Center in Los Angeles, the first time we saw his original work, I was immediately shocked: the original and the print are so different: through the original, we can get a glimpse of his innocence. During van Gogh's lifetime, he received only one review from critic Albert Aurier, who described his paintings as violence of expession. Those who have seen the real thing will understand. You can imagine how much his innocence hurts him when he doesn't paint.
Iris as seen at the getty center
⬆️ Click on the picture to zoom in, you can see the level of paint, imagine that he has focused on it
Later, when I saw his self-portrait in the New York Met and rushed to Massachusetts to see his solo exhibition, I didn't see this Iris for the first time.
I will not lament that his paintings are extremely valuable after his death because he is not an ordinary person, so why should he pity him by ordinary people's standards.
But what was he doing here for a walk on Earth?
"Beloved Van Gogh"