He was a man born on the thirtieth of March, in the year of eighteen fifty~three.
He was quiet for reasons that would lead him to remark, "my youth was gloomy and cold and sterile."
He was taught to draw at the age of thirteen, and he quite liked it.
As his appearance may have sometimes shown,
van Gogh was very emotional and lacked self~confidence.
In 1866, he went to Paris. People weren't fond of his art.
He was dead by the twenty~ninth of July, in the year of eighteen ninety.
He is seen by many of us today "not only as the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived."
"Sometimes winning is no fun at all."
~"Vincent and the Doctor"
I chose Vincent over any other person on your lists of artists because his drawings and paintings and anything gave evidence that his internal surroundings were far more beautiful than his external surroundings. His mind reacted wildly to insecurity and tragedy and love, and he showed what he saw. It wasn't until it was widely understood what he meant that his art was renown and revered, just as a crowd of drunks may be silent to a clever joke until it is explained by a clever person.
Three paintings that appealed to me for different reasons:
"Wheat Field with Crows"
"Wheat Fields at Auvers Under Clouded Sky"
"Old Man in Sorrow (On the Threshold of Eternity)"
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