
Maybe it's the same kind of soul that Beethoven was in his music or Kafka in his writings. Ardent souls who suffered and failed to find a just cause in the art for the benefit of all mankind.
"If not for your friendship, would commit suicide without pangs of conscience and although I am a coward, I would end up doing it." Letters to Theo
painter, draftsman, writer, theologian, artist. His tragic fate begins to have the name inherited from his older brother died six months earlier. Children unhappy in his words, began as assistant to his art dealer brother Theo in an art gallery and then studying theology and being a frustrated pilgrimage like his rigid father.

became convinced of his gift of the artist in the Netherlands, portraying the farmers in their work with dark colors, then his paintings outdoors in Paris full of color and light in that dominated his favorite fetish yellow color, made him almost an impressionist, "almost" because their forms were unique.
Although no painter gave that importance to the color of the sun and its influence in a single wheat field. It was not original, its form changed as he watched the greats of his time: the landscape as the work of Monet , color according Delacroix, figures as the other great Dutch Rembrandt .
then began to fade the edges and give importance to the volume to the hub with a rare motion effect, broken brushstrokes, pastures, was his overloaded mark getting to be an original painter and art in his time. What is surprising is that almost all his catalog was made in just six years.

His artistic brilliance (and his great failure) was in the yellow house in Arles, an old house he rented with the money he spent, at the cost of hardship, his younger brother. The famous Sunflowers, the rooms, furniture, shoes, home, were the reasons for their emotional art, skin-deep. Here invited several artists and especially Gauguin to spend a pleasant stay.

said earlier. On returning from the hospital and harassed by their neighbors, decide in a mental hospital for a stay of nearly two years of comings and goings.
One Solitary Life (only lived with a prostitute and her son and unable to keep left), no rest and be painting under the sun all day, depressed, ill cured, poor nutrition, increased the madness and were hatched in his psyche. Crisis, visual and auditory hallucinations. Yet he never stopped painting, even in the hospital painted what he saw through the window. Today the diagnosis of schizophrenia would be a mixture with epilepsy, without discarding the bipolarity.

His paintings, often sublime, it was not a madman. Suffered from a lack of money (the amount of self-portraits are exaggerated due to inability to pay models) and was convinced that his work would be worth over time. In January 1890 he writes in a journal first positive review on the work of Vincent , the world began to realize how much of their value. In February sold its first and only life table (low price).

His brother, partner and sole financier of all his work, becomes insane in a few weeks and died before 6 months.


"Who am I in the eyes of the people? A nullity, an eccentric and disagreeable man, somebody who does not have a position, the most miserable of the miserable. While this is true, I would like My works show what is in the heart of this eccentric, this one. "Letters to Theo

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