Sunday, 1 April 2012

Writing About Art



Vincent And The Crows                                      

Monique selected the garish, and shiny refrigerator magnet of Van Gogh’s ‘Bedroom At Arles’. It depicted the iconic, yellow and rush chair, narrow bed and floorboards in receding perspective.
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Slamming shut his edge worn  bible, Vincent then gathered his new tools in trade.
The failed ministry was a past chapter to him now, fresh fields to explore.

The sunshine warmed his scrawny and bony frame, flickers of black hovered in his periphery. As the chatter of café drinkers was left behind in the square, he sauntered off, with an increasingly confident swagger.

He hummed to himself, it dulled the cawing crows, helped to clear his confused and weary mind.

Passion and obsession, his two new companions, perched on each shoulder, spurring him on. Black strokes, dashes, dots. A vibrant circus of activity, spread over the  whole coarse paper sheet. The ingredients of his handiwork, fashioned crop fields, fences, houses and distant mountains.

In the sky, the obligatory blackbirds, animated the cloud whirling atmosphere.

Progress had been made, this was a substantial work, on its own merits, but also as a preliminary for a full colour painting.
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In the blue and gold flames of the flickering lamplight, shadows toyed with his vision and imagination, dancing and leaping up the walls of his meagre room.

He put out the light, and crawled under the threadbare counterpane.  Pictures whirled in his head, and the whine of an accordion player in the restaurant below, helped to deflect the gnawing hunger.
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Yellow, not enough yellow. The simple wooden chair was stroked in a coat of yolky yellow, bright as the countryside sunshine. It lifted his mood, put his signature on the interior.
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Months later, Vincent tried to take his life in the very field he painted. He lay on the hot ground, a pistol flung from his hand. Buzzing and burning in his head. The crows circling. Some would call him a madman, others a genius.
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At Christy’s Auction House ‘Cornfield At Arles’ sold for 6.5 million.


                                                                                                  Michelle Mabbott 1/7/10

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