Van Gogh.

Personal.🦋

As a lover of Van Gogh, I wanted to write a personal story involving some of his stunning art works. The first oil painting that I fell in love with was "stary stary night." Whom of which also has a song dedicated to it by Don McLean also called stary stary night.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. 🌤 quote.
I look at the painting on my wall of Vincent Van Gogh's famous stary stary night. My mind wonders, and picture him painting the brush strokes. Swirls straight lines blues, yellows oranges green and black maybe some brown and white. Hanging up above my mirror, it completes the room. Then I think of all the people that have tried to remake it, thinking that theirs couldn't possibly be better then his. Most not as passionate as he was.
Then I get to thinking how he was killed, did he kill himself like they said he did or was he shot because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Rumour has it that he was shot accidentally to save a sixteen year old school boy but one of the current biographies forgot to mention the suicide note in his pocket. He even confessed on his death bed that he wanted to kill himself. Given his mental illness it was not frowned upon he was not called a coward but a hero. For finally letting himself go.
Being in the mental facility many times he decided he would paint his feelings.

And so did I.

When he was shot he was painting the wheat fields. Far from white in his picture. I've tried so hard to make my brush strokes as perfect as his but failed. He is my inspiration. In his last days he wrote letters to his brother, involving his depression and his mental illness, as soon as Theo was told that Vincent was sick/shot he was straight there by his side by his hospital bed.

No matter what happened during a day Vincent would always write to Theo.

Vincent lived for two days after he was shot in the stomach or the chest, either by himself or by others, (it has not yet been confirmed).
Ah well, I risk my life for my own work and my reason has half foundered in it. (...) But what can you do...
The final sentence of the unfinished letter to Theo, stained with blood and with a note in Theo's hand: 'The letter he had on him on 27 July, that horrible day.'
That evening he had failed to return to dinner, his partner and daughter began to worry. He staggered in to the inn he was staying at at the time at about 9:00 in the evening/ wounded, bleeding. He replied with "I tried to kill my self."
Leading up to the event of his death Vincent was showing symptoms of extreme depression and mental illness including hallucinations, self harm and suicidal thoughts and intense confusion. The doctor issued him with epilepsy and mental illness the precise nature of his affliction is not known.

^ Tension.

————> The tree vines.
This was his last painting before he passed Away. There are also debates on his last art work, many people believe this was the last one before he decided to end it all.

—> self portrait as a painter.

-skeleton smoking a cigarette.