DEAR DIARY,
We all have seen at least one piece of some famous artist’s work, except you because Diary, you are a book that I write my thoughts into. The Scream by Edvard Munch, the Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci, Starry Night by van Gogh. Besides their great paintings and art pieces and their brilliant minds they all have something in common: no one knows for sure how they died. True, no one is one hundred percent sure on how anyone died, but those three, they especially died mysteriously. Maybe I am crazy and this is a dream. Maybe there is a scientific reason to why I am here when I should be some place else.
They say Munch died of pneumonia, once a very deadly disease, but it isn't now. He died at age eighty in his home country, Norway. I would personally love to go to Norway and visit his home, but I don't think that is ever going to happen. Nineteen-fourteen was the year he died, but are the historians sure? Are they sure that he died in Norway, at age eighty? I would love to smack them in the face for not realizing the truth. How do they know he died of pneumonia, did scientists dig his body out of the grave and do tests on it? Was the doctor that diagnosed him with pneumonia just making an inference on how he died by his symptoms, or did something else happen that made Munch die; something far worse than pneumonia? I guarantee that he died from something far worse than pneumonia, if this is true. Heck, I would bet my life on it, if I even have a life to bet on.
Leonardo Da Vinci was, or is, considered one of the greatest artists and geniuses of all time. His brilliant mind ventured into wonders that weren't further researched until three hundred years later. It is a shame that his death wasn't monumental and researched further in. Da Vinci deserves many people to see what he was trying to point out the whole entire time. I even admit that I am a little
Vincent van Gogh committed suicide, witnesses confess. But is that true? Did the witnesses cover something up? Something more far fetched something more dangerous? If only they could see the truth, the hidden truth behind the reason why us artists commit suicide or in Vincent van Gogh’s case, cut off his earlobe. It’s a huge shame that only very few people know the truth, but yet again, being one of them it is a gift, but a curse. Yes, van Gogh was shot in the chest and died a few days later, but only few others know the truth behind it.
The Scream. It gives people the shivers, they say. They’re not afraid of it, but something about it makes them uncomfortable. That something is the man screaming, he is real. Or was. Whatever you want to call it. He was alive. He is alive. He is frozen.
Mona Lisa. Many stories about her. Her baby died and her family paid Da Vinci to paint her portrait, but he fell in love with it and decided to keep it. Half of that is true. Maybe her baby died; maybe she never had a baby. But maybe those eyes that follow you are secretly pleads of help to escape. But maybe that half smile of hers is a cover up for what really happened to both Da Vinci and her.
Starry Night. A picture of a memory of van Gogh’s. But what if it is not just a memory of his? What if it is a memory, a memory of Mother Earth? Or what if it is a memory that will never happen? A memory that no one can ever recall.
People are traumatized, people are anxious. People are scared, people are courageous. People are sad, people are excited. People aren’t emotions. Emotions are people. Especially great Creators like them. I wish that I was as good as they were, but my opportunity has past.
The three artists-Munch, Da Vinchi, and van Gogh-they aren’t just people. They are creators. Sure, you may say that April is a creator or that you are a creator in art class, but they are actual Creators. Creators of everything. Creators that couldn’t handle the job any longer. Creators that are known throughout the entire world just for their art. They
But their admirers don’t know what they’ve been through, though. Other Creators have. But only very few Creators can even imagine their trauma. The weaker Creators say that they are not as strong, but they are wrong. Munch, Da Vinci, and van Gogh are just three of the strongest that have gone through the unimaginable.
Three others possess what they have. Three others can do imaginable things that an ordinary person can only dream of attempting. Three others that share the same blood. Three others that can save-or destroy the world. And they are the last people that have the chance to, unlike us others, who we failed, save the world as people know it.
Sincerely,
G.T.oK
