I’ve been neglecting this blog and I’m terribly sorry. I have a few more things to get out of the way before I get back into the swing of things, and then I will delight your eyes with more paintings SOON!
“It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to…. The feeling for the things themselves, for reality, is more important than the feeling for pictures.”
Happy Birthday Vincent van Gogh!
Happy Birthday to my favourite artist, Vincent van Gogh. To call him my “favourite” barely begins to express how much this man means to me. His art resonates within my soul, it brings me emotions I have never felt before. His story, so tragic and full of misfortune, will forever have me wondering if there was anyone who could have saved him from his fate.
I love this man. Plain and simple.
Happy Birthday, Vincent.
And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. […] Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo (July 1880)
(Source: gaws, via murderjarvis)
Sita, Odilon Redon
1893
Pyramide de crânes (Pyramid of Skulls), Paul Cézanne
1901
Self Portrait with Dog, Miroslav Kraljević
1910
Theatre Moulin Rouge, Jules Alexandre Grün
The Dinner Party, Jules Alexandre Grün
1911
Wilderness-Marcy, Harold Weston
1922
La coiffure (The Head-Dress) René Schützenberger
1911
A Square in Paris, Georges Dufrenoy
1907





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