This day marks the birth of my favorite painter, Vincent Willem van Gogh(1). Happy 164th birthday, Vincent! I own prints of many of his paintings that hang on walls in my home. Many years have been spent in admiration and trying to understand a deeply moving man. When I was younger, one of my favorite songs was Vincent by Don McLean (famous for his song American Pie). Rhapsodizing about his life and struggles can be left to reading Van Gogh: The Life by Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith (highly recommended to really let you know how much you don’t know about van Gogh). I will only say this and move on to the few descendants through his brother Theo's descendants and their admirable, tragic lives. Vincent meandered from a young age trying to discover what his passion and service would be. It wasn’t until he turned 27 that he began to become an artist, and by the age of 47 he was dead. He was self-taught for the most part and put out 20 years’ worth of amazing work that never sold during his lifetime. I could go on…..instead, I’ll leave you with a story on the man who sees into my soul. Bear with me through the fact, it's another tear jerker.
Can I say, "What the...?" Is there a curse on this family?
Theo's(3) son, Lieuwe van Gogh is an ARTIST! Born in 1992 in the Netherlands and is on Facebook! https://www.facebook.com/lieuwe.vangogh He was 12 years old when his father was murdered. I can't imagine....
To learn more, please click on the highlighted references, visit the Fogg Museum in Cambridge, MA, or the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, or any other place that has a van Gogh painting on exhibit. A picture never does his work justice. My most moving moment was at the Boston MFA getting very close and seeing the thick strokes of paint then walking slowly further away to see the paintings evolve. He was a very deep soul.