Vangogh
i know nothing about art, except Vangogh. I went to his museum in Amsterdam 10 years ago, and still impressed by his work.
today, i accidentally watched an documentary about him, though i have read about this painter, still the film brought me so many thoughts and feeling.
how could someone suffer this much? it seems he suffered the mental pain and depression the whole life, trapped in his mind and psychological prison that in the end suicide was the only way to stop the heartache. i thought once he was in an asylum, people should have seen the tendency of self infliction in Vangogh; then i realized so what? keeping him alive with all the suffering is nothing but worse, maybe he did have the best choice.
Living in misery, alone with illness, he produced more than 80 paintings in 70 days inside a tiny modest room. was work the only way to save him from the unbearable situation?
I can see the pain from his brush strokes...
today, i accidentally watched an documentary about him, though i have read about this painter, still the film brought me so many thoughts and feeling.
how could someone suffer this much? it seems he suffered the mental pain and depression the whole life, trapped in his mind and psychological prison that in the end suicide was the only way to stop the heartache. i thought once he was in an asylum, people should have seen the tendency of self infliction in Vangogh; then i realized so what? keeping him alive with all the suffering is nothing but worse, maybe he did have the best choice.
Living in misery, alone with illness, he produced more than 80 paintings in 70 days inside a tiny modest room. was work the only way to save him from the unbearable situation?
I can see the pain from his brush strokes...
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