WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Something Wonderful: “Van Gogh, Starry Night”
byVanderleunonNovember 29, 2020
We taste… the afterimage of events. The afterimage … a shadow left on the inside of the eye following a burst of light. Seen in negative and transposed to positive by our yearning for an epoch in which great art and great ideas were offered to the world without excuse or explanation.
Atelier des Lumières – “Van Gogh, Starry Night” from 22 February to 31 December 2019. Located between Bastille and Nation, in a former foundry in the eleventh arrondissement of Paris, the Atelier des Lumières holds monumental immersive exhibitions.
Using 140 video projectors and a spatialized sound system, the highly unique multimedia equipment covers a total surface area of 3,300 m², extending from the floors to the ceilings and over walls up to 10 m high.
Interesting that this post, and the one immediately preceding this, should reflect on how I spent yesterday evening with two of my granddaughters. We had a crisp, crystal clear evening, so we hauled out the refractor telescope and pointed it at the heavens. We had a look at Saturn and its rings, Jupiter and four of its moons, and then we pointed the telescope at the moon, which, being near full, filled our peering eyes with light so bright it caused us to squint when we initially put our eye to the eyepiece. A magical two hours in the backyard, on a crystal clear and starry night, peering at the stars.
Incredible. Walking through that would have been an unforgettable once-in-a-lifetime experience filled with wonder and awe.
Vincent Van Gogh is my favorite artist, by a wide margin. Thank you!
KristinNovember 29, 2020, 7:57 AM
So beautiful. Beautifully done. Thank you.
AnneNovember 29, 2020, 9:13 AM
In 2002, my DD treated me to another adventure in France. I am familiar with Provence, but never visited the areas around it. We visited the care center (hospital) where he spent his last days and saw the bedroom. It is still furnished as it was when he died. The center was not designed to keep patients inside the property. He was free to come and go as he pleased. We were there when the fields of sun flowers were in bloom. Until that visit I had not understood either the work, nor cared about the man–I do now.
On a poster I read the following:
Every time van Gogh went for a walk
in Arles
the local teens threw cabbages
(yes, cabbages)
at his head
it was not his grimy smock
his cheap straw hat
his stench of coffee, cognac and turpentine
his lack of teeth
it was the way he would sometimes drop to his knees and stare into the heart of a wildflower
with sudden monstrous awe
TCNovember 29, 2020, 3:30 PM
Daughter and I saw the Van Gogh exhibit at the London Tate last year.
Transformative.
Auntie AnalogueNovember 29, 2020, 4:52 PM
Can’t stop to look over this post. Too busy eating potatoes.
Don’t worry, they’re well-seasoned and quite Tanguy!
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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Interesting that this post, and the one immediately preceding this, should reflect on how I spent yesterday evening with two of my granddaughters. We had a crisp, crystal clear evening, so we hauled out the refractor telescope and pointed it at the heavens. We had a look at Saturn and its rings, Jupiter and four of its moons, and then we pointed the telescope at the moon, which, being near full, filled our peering eyes with light so bright it caused us to squint when we initially put our eye to the eyepiece. A magical two hours in the backyard, on a crystal clear and starry night, peering at the stars.
Incredible. Walking through that would have been an unforgettable once-in-a-lifetime experience filled with wonder and awe.
Vincent Van Gogh is my favorite artist, by a wide margin. Thank you!
So beautiful. Beautifully done. Thank you.
In 2002, my DD treated me to another adventure in France. I am familiar with Provence, but never visited the areas around it. We visited the care center (hospital) where he spent his last days and saw the bedroom. It is still furnished as it was when he died. The center was not designed to keep patients inside the property. He was free to come and go as he pleased. We were there when the fields of sun flowers were in bloom. Until that visit I had not understood either the work, nor cared about the man–I do now.
Well lookie here, my Instagram informs me this show is coming to Chicago soon http://www.vangoghchicago.com/
Excellent, loved it.
On a poster I read the following:
Every time van Gogh went for a walk
in Arles
the local teens threw cabbages
(yes, cabbages)
at his head
it was not his grimy smock
his cheap straw hat
his stench of coffee, cognac and turpentine
his lack of teeth
it was the way he would sometimes drop to his knees and stare into the heart of a wildflower
with sudden monstrous awe
Daughter and I saw the Van Gogh exhibit at the London Tate last year.
Transformative.
Can’t stop to look over this post. Too busy eating potatoes.
Don’t worry, they’re well-seasoned and quite Tanguy!