Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh was born in Zundert,Holland in March 30,1853. In 1860-1880, he had made his life decision, and he discovered he had wanted to be an artist. Then in 1886, he went to work to his brothers art gallery in Paris. Vincent Van Gogh did not seem to get so popular, as  his art, was not sold that much. Which he had sold only one piece of artwork. He had then went and cut off his own ear. Years later, he had gotten sent to the crazy house. Vincent Van Gogh spent his time painting the stars at night, and he went outside to paint all day and night. That had lead him to paint one of the most biggest paintings in the world, "Starry Night". Then in 1890, he had went to live with a trustworthy doctor called Dr.Gachet, 2 months after he had moved in he had died. He had killed himself by shooting himself to the stomach. But why did he do that? You might ask, he maybe did it to ignite his fame. He wanted to be famous, but at those times, who really was famous. And you could consider that more artists get popular after they die. But it did really work, his paintings crashed the market. He was more famous he could ever be than when he was alive. in the 1990's Vincent Van Gogh's paintings were over 82 million dollars. And now in these times, millions, are influenced by his work, and he had inspired them to do something great..

His very last painting was called, "Wheat Fields With Crows", and it was created in 1890, which is the same year as he died. People believe that this is his last painting ever, but it is not. Vincent Van Gogh actually painted 2 more paintings after this painting.It strictly just shows what it is called. It is a wheatfield, with crows. But there are three paths, but we do not know what they are.




Poem on Vincent van Gogh - Wheat Fields with Crows - 1890

 How you see these crows
Flying by, up above
On this starry night

You see the moon shinig
Straight to you
But then you see
The sky is pointing at you

You saw these
And thought about your last words
This may be your last painting
And maybe not

Throught these wheat fields we go
Through the rough grass
And to the sky we fly
On this easily made path
Just for you

1 comment:

  1. i really liked your essay and your poem but i wish u had a picture attached to it but good job

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