Monday 22 April 2019

The Day I Learned about Vincent Van Gogh


The Art Fest in school that started on the 22nd of this month was a much-awaited event. The theme this year was impressionism. There was much to learn about Vincent Van Gogh and impressionism in fine arts. First and foremost, I was told that Vincent loved his bed so much that he incorporated it into his paintings. No doubt, his was a utilitarian accommodation! Vincent had to go through a lot of hardship and often times he had very little money with him.


There was a lot to learn about impressionism from the exhibits, the first picture on top creates the impression of limpid pools of water reflecting the space beyond, and it somehow creates the impression of depth and space. The illusion of depth and space seems to create a sense of the real world seen on canvass. One interesting observation by one of the Journalism students was that the quality of the exhibits had improved tremendously and that more senior level students had participated in the exhibition.


These shoes, yes you read it right! These shoes seem to be too ersatz to be true, but then you have them out there in the open, titled compassion. Compassion had no boots so his friend Empathy leant him a mismatched pair so that he could walk on the path of impressionism.

I wondered if this was a humidor, but then I guess it was the eyes that drew me close. The earthen tray in the background made for a great contrast.


If light could play a trick on the eyes, couldn't the eyes do the same to block out light? I guess these two jokers had a couple of tricks hidden inside their hats no doubt! It seemed as if the three ballerinas had something to laugh about!


As if that was enough, I spotted a few fairy tale figures creating a scene of domestic warmth, the ideal home with the fireplace lit.



Although I don't have much desire for crowd scenes, what perturbs one so much is the lack of connect between two people who have shut themselves off into there own cocoons. The exhibit in the photograph below brings out the sadness of not understanding ourselves!


If ever art were to present the human predicament in all its nuances, then, I guess it would not be wrong to suggest that it would contain, within itself the bitter and the sweet, harsh and mild, tender and brutal!



Today decided to take my journalism students to the art exhibit so that they could draft a report on the same. What I observed was something rather authentic. Their amusement and rapt attention was simply amazing!


The whole team learned that Vincent Van Gogh was ignored in is his life and that it was only after his death that he was recognised to be a prodigy no less. It was great to know that some of the Journalism students had themselves contributed to the exhibits and it was from them that we were able to glean some more information about impressionism.












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