Though we only glanced over the story of Vincent van
gogh I found it vital to elaborate on his crazy life. He has a very
interesting story. I found out that his father was was a minster. He was named
after his grandfather and stillborn brother. So at a very young age he was
grossly exposed to many deaths. Imagine a child
going to see a tombstone with
his name on it. His life is very tragic to begin with. He had two brothers and
3 sisters. Art ran in the family as his aunts and uncles were art dealers and his
great grandfather who was a successful sculptor. When van gogh was sent to
boarding school he was exposed to Constantijn C. Huysmans a successful artist
in Paris who taught van gogh to draw. He began to enjoy drawing and wanted to
paint for a living. After he left school his uncle got him a job as an art
vender. He finally decided to follow his passion to become a minister. He
failed to make it but carried out his missionary work.
In 1880 he
moved to Brussels and became an artist. His brother Theo helped him financially
in his journey. Through this journey he experienced some very strange love
interests. He was attracted to some very troubled women. He became in love with
his cousin who fled to Amersterdam in disgusted. Then he fell in love with an
alcoholic prostitute. She modeled for his paintings which we discussed in
class.
He began
studying Japanese art and eastern philosophy. At this time Theo was worried
about Vincent and his declining health. He suffered seizures and supposedly eat
led paint. Vincent and his brother were constantly arguing and one day Vincent
van gogh went to a brothel with a razor and cut his ear off which he gave to a
prostitute. They had to admit him to a hospital.
Theo had a baby
with his wife and named him Vincent after his brother. On July 27 1890 van gogh
shot himself in the chest. He did not die immediately and bled profusely. He
was fixed up and sent to his brothers house which he died only a few days later
in his brothers arms. Not too long after Theo died. His wife Johanna collected
Vincent's paintings and displayed them in Paris.
Then we all know
how famous he has become after his death. But through my research I found
true,y how disturbed he really was. Between the death in his early childhood
and his continued feelings of what some would categorize as depression. He
lived a tough life and was always in a shadow. He didn't have his own identity
as his dead brother was named after him then his brother named his kid after
him he must of felt as though he wasn't his own person. It's a sad story but,
I'm glad I learned more background into such an amazing story that everyone
should be familiar with.
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