So, despite all of our posts on different ways to defeat writer’s block, sometimes words refuse to connect. No matter how long you sit and ponder different avenues, you cannot get your thoughts to form manageable meanings. At least not meanings that another mind could decipher. So, when this happens, as it is doing now, I go back to fount of comfort. As I told Tobias today, I love books and written works, but my soul is currently craving music and visual art. So, as per my usual when I can’t get to an art museum, I visit “The Artchive.”
Browsing through the sidebar of various artists and genres, I perused my favorites: Toulouse-Lautrec, Cassatt, Kandinsky. But, for tonight, my soul cried out for another of my all-time favorites. Van Gogh.
Now, I know Van Gogh may seem like a cliched choice. Next to da Vinci, Raphael, and the other Ninja Turtles, he’s one of the most popular artists in the popular world. But, that doesn’t make him any less great. Everything from his color palettes to his brush strokes demand attention.
So, here’s the uber-famous “The Starry Night” currently in exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art in NY. (1889)
Now, here’s “Trees in the Asylum Garden.” Van Gogh actually spent time at an asylum. In many ways, art was his therapy. In many ways, he was a pre-cursor to literature’s Sylvia Plath. Do you see any bits of the writer we know in the painter’s piece? What do the colors and stroke directions say in this piece? Faith, chaos, healing? (1889)
Thisone is “Road with Cypress and Star.” Similar to “The Starry Night” it has an elegance to its natural simplicity. There’s balance and symmetry through colors and object focus. Yet, the symmetry is essentially asymmetrical. The strokes are used to provide unity instead of dissonance. Notice how they work together in cyclical manners. (1890)
Now, the last one is one of my favorites. The vibrant colors play against each other. Drawing eyes here and there. Adding interest to the focus of the work. (1888)
These are my loves. These are the stories my soul retires to in times of exhaustion. My mind flees to this streetway filled with couples strolling and diners dining among the star-lit sky.