“…when you look at it through your eyelashes…”
I really struggled with rating this one because I am a huge Van Gogh fan. I had one of his pieces tattooed on me, which then led to the decision to a do a full leg sleeve of beautiful moths…that level of adoration. I decided to divide this one into two reviews to help myself work through the struggle.
Five star review:
The art was gorgeous (as always). The layout of the book paired Vincent van Gogh’s art with the letters he wrote before/during/after each piece. The letters detailed his thoughts behind the focus on a subject, the medium, colors used (when used), and how the finished product landed. What a phenomenal behind the curtain reading experience.
Two star review:
It is nice that the letters were about his art. I would have liked to have seen more letters about what was going on with his life and how everything made him feel. I know letters like this exist, because the last letter in this book sent me down that rabbit hole. Not because of the content, but because the noted reference made no damn sense. I flipped all over the book trying to understand it, before finally giving up and doing my own search. That is where I found a plethora of other letters that match more of what I am looking for.
Four stars to a book that was eye candy.
QUOTES, QUOTES, AND MORE QUOTES:
“There is some sense of color emerging in me that I never had before, something that is wide-ranging and powerful.”
“There is something infinite about painting – I can’t quite explain it to you – but particularly for the expression of moods it is so wonderful. In colors there are hidden aspects of harmony or contrasts that cooperate automatically and don’t take sides.”
“But I mean, it is not easy to find a summer effect that is as rich and as simple and as good to look at as the characteristic effects of other seasons. Spring is delicate, green young wheat and pink apple blossom. Autumn is the contract of yellow foliage against violet tones. Winter is the snow with black silhouettes.”
“You can’t forecast infallibly over such a large area. So best leave it alone. But you analyze it closely, you see that the greatest and most dynamic people of the century always worked against the stream, and that they were always working on their own initiative. You see it both in painting and in literature (I know nothing about music, but I assume that the same holds good there).”
“Since it’s still winter here, please just let me get on with my work; if it’s the work of a madman, that’s just too bad. There’s nothing I can do about it.”