Maria Santi:
Van Gogh Automatic translate

Vincent van Gogh is loved by everyone. Ooty Way Van Gogh. So miserable! The great lonely poor Van Gogh.

Yes. Only if you met this eternally displeased person in your life, would you hardly want to hug him.

The first work is a seller of paintings. Arbat painting, pictures on the wall. When buyers were interested, Vincent explained:
- Want to buy? This is darkness, not art. Predictable hack.

When the shopkeepers saw the income figures, they said:
- Boy, if you’re so smart, then come on your own.

Van Gogh went to study as a priest. Practiced as an assistant pastor in a mining town. He paid those who lived poorly. For which the miners called him a saint. Relatives are an idiot.

We often say that we need to be an altruist, as in the gospel, so that people give us money. People with a really low instinct for self-preservation, who have accepted the book metaphor for installation, evoke different feelings. The priests of Borinage, for example, considered them unsuitable.

The dismissed assistant pastor went to Paris, to his brother, who kept him all his life. In a sense, Theo Van Gogh - a bank clerk who sold paintings at his leisure - realized through Vincent his own dream to become an artist. And here is his letter: “This is impossible. He walks along washed in dirty shoes. My friends visit me, he is rude to them. " In the end, Theo said:
- There is the city of Arles. Southern, warm as you like. It can be rented inexpensively. I will send money. Please leave!

Having met in Paris with the Impressionists, Van Gogh was delighted. After all, they tried to find a unique look for their work. The repetition of salon patterns Van Gogh hated. Then he realized that they were doing it wrong! And from Arles, he began to write so that they would come: “we will make a commune, we will support each other, together we will look for customers”. He was always sincere. But sincerity leads to loneliness.

The restless Gauguin arrived. But even he soon prayed:
- Enough. Okay, seven Fridays this week. But you have seventy-seven Fridays a day. I’d like to check out.

Vincent rushed at him with a razor. Unable to kill, he directed aggression on himself. He carried a severed ear to a familiar prostitute. Residents turned to the police.

There are several versions of the death of the artist. He could shoot himself in the chest and die for three days, out of love of pain. Or be an accidental victim of scarecrow boys. When a large number of his works fell to the first marshan, he thought:
- Cheerfully. What is the author?
- He lived alone. Buried next to his brother.

It was then that the first big monograph about the painter came out. The enterprising marshan knew: "Crazies sell better."

In the correspondence of Theo and Vincent, there are no signs of madness. A clear, sober passion for the craft. Few people know - Van Gogh hated portraying flowers. He complained to his brother: “I would like to devote myself entirely to studying nature. No money for the model! Today I am forced to draw these moronic irises. ” Once he had two colors left. He found a theme that he could fulfill with this set.

The audience of the Van Gogh Museum is surprised by the endless sketches of famous works. Yo-mine! All the greats have trials, professional failures. Just smart people hide them.

Maria Santi

Vincent Van Gogh, paintings