On Sunday, I went to MoMa & saw The Starry Night in person.
(Really disappointed that they only have 1 piece by Van Gogh)
Then I went to Strand Bookstore & purchased 2 books on Vincent Van Gogh.
I read how he fell in love with his cousin & even proposed but, she said no 3 fucking times.
Her dad was all like: “LOL. No. You’re a poor ass nigga. Forget it."
& he was was fucking brokenhearted!
Then he gets really upset & mutilated his ear.
After that episode, he voluntarily goes to an asylum.
They don’t really let him paint outside & he doesn’t like painting from memory. He’d rather just have his subject in front of him.
He fucking survives a self inflected gun shot wound.
(The bullet didn’t really hit any internal organs.)
& then because no physican was qualified to treat it, my homie dies 29 hours after.
Vincent Van Gogh’s last fucking words were :"The sadness will last forever."
Like how fucking sorrowful.
Then I watched Vincent & the Doctor before I fell asleep.
Toward’s the end of the episode, Dr. Black fucking hits me in the feels with :
”Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time: The most beloved; his command of colour; the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world… no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.”
Vinny cries & I cried along with him.
The fucking music during that scene didn’t help at all either!
Today, I just finished writing my art history essay on The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh. It was suppose to be only 2 pages but, my fucking feelings stretched that shit into 5 pages. I just have too many emotions right now.