I saw Vincent's most famous sunflower today, though I liked the other one better when he was not in a good condition later.
And another painting of green field with trees. After finishing this painting, one year after, he died.
Ohh Van Gogh. Still remember last time when I saw lots of his collection in Wien, I was stunned.
The brush and the color.
Artists like him, especially in his later life, he is using his life to feel, to paint. Not only simply drawing any more.
When his life ends, his art reaches the peak.
How sad.
But I guess this is life. You have to trade for something you don't have with the thing that you have.
Consciously, or unconsciously.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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