VVG is universally loved. I recommend the Dafoe movie very highly.
Vincent was much like The Elephant man. Kids in Arles would rap on his window, at the little yellow house, and mock him. They’d throw cabbages at his on the streets. If you saw him approaching on the sidewalk, you’d cross the street to avoid passing him. he stank of filth, and was generally rude or weird to anyone who wasn’t a direct friend. if you were his friend, he was intelligent, witty and bizarre.
This is why I don’t buy into the Dr Who episode. He was not good company. And, that’s sad.
Auntie AnalogueMarch 10, 2020, 8:37 PM
Pass the potatoes!
tcMarch 10, 2020, 9:46 PM
We saw the Van Gogh exhibit at the London Tate last summer.
I could’ve spent all day there. Shame I didn’t.
rabbit tobaccoMarch 10, 2020, 9:51 PM
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears….
MMinLamesaMarch 11, 2020, 12:31 AM
His paintings are beautiful, I had the pleasure of standing in front of one once in Denver. Gorgeous texture.
However, being a life long glass artist(68) in my book the American artist, Louis Comfort Tiffany is responsible for the most goose bump producing art I’ve ever had the luxury to see. Did he personally craft 1,000s of leaded windows, shades and other priceless works of art? Of course not but he was at the Studio and Corona every day making sure the work produced was what he envisioned.
There was also this fellow in Italy who commanded several mediums, one of which was sculpture. I had the unforgettable experience at the age of 13 to ride a moving sidewalk in a dark room in front of the only illuminated object in that room. It was the Pieta and it blew my young mind.
I think calling any man “the greatest artist who ever lived” just ain’t right.
Nunnya Bidnez, jrMarch 11, 2020, 6:16 AM
I walk past Louis Comfort Tiffany’s gravesite frequently;
it is surprisingly plain and unadorned, and not in a prominent location.
One of the earliest battles of the American Revolution was fought on these grounds, nearly sixty-five years before the cemetery opened….
the Battle of Long Island on August 27, 1776.
BillHMarch 11, 2020, 7:44 AM
The first wall hanging we newlyweds hung in our furnished apartment in ’55 was a Sunflowers print, just like ‘leventy million other newlyweds did back then. Seemed like every neighbor and friend we visited had either that one or the blue one, Irises I think it was, hung on their LR wall. Lust for Life came out about that time and we dutifully plunked down our 50¢ each and watched it. Van Gogh was big in our mid-50s world.
CrisMarch 11, 2020, 10:54 AM
I highly recommend the movie ‘Loving Vincent’ – 95 minutes of oil-painted animation. Truly beautiful.
I quite agree Casey Klahn, but I gotta throw in a yea but;
Vincent may have been, OK, was, rude crude, strange and stank to high heaven but that Dr. Who scene comes very close to art surpassing life and TV being art. The staging, timing, camera angles and dialog, etc., were quite superb.
Also it allows me the conceit that just maybe one of my paintings that I’ve traded for beer in a bar might, someday, actually move someone! -grin-
I think that was the sweetest episode of the Doctor.
When you walk into the modern/impressionist section of the Getty in L.A., his Irises pops out and grabs your eye before anything else in the room.
Casey KlahnMarch 11, 2020, 2:03 PM
Hi, James ONeil. Very happy for the discussion. My teenage daughter is a big VVG fan, and her defense is that the DW scene imagines him being honored by his exhibition, and so why not extend the fantasy? For my part, I just want those interested to know the extent of his mental plight and, anyway, I never do well with “crazy person as hero” movies because…fucking crazy people are essentially doing time in hell. It ain’t glamorous (my mother was one such person).
BTW, M. van Gogh is my number three fave artist of all time. I encourage any and all media about him. I had to put down the Smith Naifeh biography of him. Too gay. The oil painting movie I liked but didn’t love. The movies that did well were Lust for Life and At Eternity’s Gate.
A fantastic book is 9 Weeks in Arles. How many steps there were between the adjacent cafe and the yellow house (of his bedroom fame). Hpw close was the whore house where he delivered his ear? What did he eat for breakfast? All of this, but not a dull moment ever. Martin Gayford.
Quite agree Casey, your fave artists choice. I often play with the 3 most underappreciated 20th century artists, who, decades later, will be considered game changers. I’ll mention Rockwell, Dali and Bob Ross as such & it always leads to interesting discussions, & no, I never defend my choices, just let the conversation revolve around them.
Crazy folks; no, not as heroes but as just folks tryin’ to get through the day, like the rest of us. Give then a hand when you can, move back at arm’s length when necessary and never ever throw cabbages at them.
I’m curious, Casey. You said you put down the Smith/Naifeh biography because it was too “gay’? I’ve got the book nearby on a shelf. Have been meaning to get to it for a few years, and I will. The authors are gay… or were. One of them died. I can’t recall whom. What turned you off about the book? I visit goodreads to get a gist of public reaction before I crack a tome, but you being a painter I’d like to know what you thought about the book… and your perception of Vincent that didn’t jive with what you were reading.
I thought this article from a few years back was pretty cool. A search was launched to find the most Vincent-looking man alive. This effort resulted with Daniel Baker of Christchurch, England stepping forward. https://iamvincent.com
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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Lay down these words
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The scientists are in terror
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VVG is universally loved. I recommend the Dafoe movie very highly.
Vincent was much like The Elephant man. Kids in Arles would rap on his window, at the little yellow house, and mock him. They’d throw cabbages at his on the streets. If you saw him approaching on the sidewalk, you’d cross the street to avoid passing him. he stank of filth, and was generally rude or weird to anyone who wasn’t a direct friend. if you were his friend, he was intelligent, witty and bizarre.
This is why I don’t buy into the Dr Who episode. He was not good company. And, that’s sad.
Pass the potatoes!
We saw the Van Gogh exhibit at the London Tate last summer.
I could’ve spent all day there. Shame I didn’t.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears….
His paintings are beautiful, I had the pleasure of standing in front of one once in Denver. Gorgeous texture.
However, being a life long glass artist(68) in my book the American artist, Louis Comfort Tiffany is responsible for the most goose bump producing art I’ve ever had the luxury to see. Did he personally craft 1,000s of leaded windows, shades and other priceless works of art? Of course not but he was at the Studio and Corona every day making sure the work produced was what he envisioned.
There was also this fellow in Italy who commanded several mediums, one of which was sculpture. I had the unforgettable experience at the age of 13 to ride a moving sidewalk in a dark room in front of the only illuminated object in that room. It was the Pieta and it blew my young mind.
I think calling any man “the greatest artist who ever lived” just ain’t right.
I walk past Louis Comfort Tiffany’s gravesite frequently;
it is surprisingly plain and unadorned, and not in a prominent location.
https://images.findagrave.com/photos/2018/311/2957_fc2d6778-f76f-4019-ab06-1fa1a5714adc.jpeg
He designed many other grave markers in the same cemetery which are what you would have expected his own to look like.
https://www.green-wood.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/tiffany.chapman.alfred.jpg
One of the earliest battles of the American Revolution was fought on these grounds, nearly sixty-five years before the cemetery opened….
the Battle of Long Island on August 27, 1776.
The first wall hanging we newlyweds hung in our furnished apartment in ’55 was a Sunflowers print, just like ‘leventy million other newlyweds did back then. Seemed like every neighbor and friend we visited had either that one or the blue one, Irises I think it was, hung on their LR wall. Lust for Life came out about that time and we dutifully plunked down our 50¢ each and watched it. Van Gogh was big in our mid-50s world.
I highly recommend the movie ‘Loving Vincent’ – 95 minutes of oil-painted animation. Truly beautiful.
That was well done!
I quite agree Casey Klahn, but I gotta throw in a yea but;
Vincent may have been, OK, was, rude crude, strange and stank to high heaven but that Dr. Who scene comes very close to art surpassing life and TV being art. The staging, timing, camera angles and dialog, etc., were quite superb.
Also it allows me the conceit that just maybe one of my paintings that I’ve traded for beer in a bar might, someday, actually move someone! -grin-
I think that was the sweetest episode of the Doctor.
When you walk into the modern/impressionist section of the Getty in L.A., his Irises pops out and grabs your eye before anything else in the room.
Hi, James ONeil. Very happy for the discussion. My teenage daughter is a big VVG fan, and her defense is that the DW scene imagines him being honored by his exhibition, and so why not extend the fantasy? For my part, I just want those interested to know the extent of his mental plight and, anyway, I never do well with “crazy person as hero” movies because…fucking crazy people are essentially doing time in hell. It ain’t glamorous (my mother was one such person).
BTW, M. van Gogh is my number three fave artist of all time. I encourage any and all media about him. I had to put down the Smith Naifeh biography of him. Too gay. The oil painting movie I liked but didn’t love. The movies that did well were Lust for Life and At Eternity’s Gate.
A fantastic book is 9 Weeks in Arles. How many steps there were between the adjacent cafe and the yellow house (of his bedroom fame). Hpw close was the whore house where he delivered his ear? What did he eat for breakfast? All of this, but not a dull moment ever. Martin Gayford.
Quite agree Casey, your fave artists choice. I often play with the 3 most underappreciated 20th century artists, who, decades later, will be considered game changers. I’ll mention Rockwell, Dali and Bob Ross as such & it always leads to interesting discussions, & no, I never defend my choices, just let the conversation revolve around them.
Crazy folks; no, not as heroes but as just folks tryin’ to get through the day, like the rest of us. Give then a hand when you can, move back at arm’s length when necessary and never ever throw cabbages at them.
I’m curious, Casey. You said you put down the Smith/Naifeh biography because it was too “gay’? I’ve got the book nearby on a shelf. Have been meaning to get to it for a few years, and I will. The authors are gay… or were. One of them died. I can’t recall whom. What turned you off about the book? I visit goodreads to get a gist of public reaction before I crack a tome, but you being a painter I’d like to know what you thought about the book… and your perception of Vincent that didn’t jive with what you were reading.
I thought this article from a few years back was pretty cool. A search was launched to find the most Vincent-looking man alive. This effort resulted with Daniel Baker of Christchurch, England stepping forward. https://iamvincent.com