I have not blogged for months, and the good news is that today all people in my immediate family are hale and well. I have painted, even painted en plein air on the streets and parks of my hometown, Stockholm, Sweden.
There is a whole island which once was a royal hunting ground, called Djurgården. The zoo Skansen and the amusement park Gröna Lund are on this island, and so is the 17th century ship Vasa. It is a very popular recreational area.
Many years ago, one king decided to open the park for visitors, and put up a gate. This gate is still preserved, even though it has been moved several times, the latest to a place very close to where it was once raised. It has been freshened up, and this landmark is called The Blue Gate. Which it is. Vividly. A pure bright cobalt blue, which made a beautiful contrast to the summer foliage of an urban landscape. When nature is solidly green, I prefer to paint in structures that are man-made, to supply variety and interest. And when the structure has grace and beauty of its own, it is perfect.
Look at the larger picture of the impressionist painting The Blue Gate (Blå Porten) on my website.
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What an interesting case! I too am inclined to think it was murder, not suicide after they presented the evidence. However, one telling piece of the evidence would make me categorize it as "manslaughter" instead of "murder."
The fact that Vincent van Gogh covered for the boys is a major point for "manslaughter." If they shot him by accident and he knew it was an accident, I can understand why he would cover for them and say it was suicide. Yes, he often had suicidal impulses.
That was an act of compassion and forgiveness though. It's very rare for someone who's suicidal to feel that much compassion for others - it is an ultimately selfish moment. He was in great pain anyway because he was shot in the gut.
Beyond his diagnosis, another good point in the 60 minutes article that his condition was Psychomotor Epilepsy, lay the character of a loving, strong, compassionate man who lived with a terrible disability. His paintings show a deep love of life and warmth of personality.
His symptoms said one thing - psychomotor epilepsy can cause those outbursts involuntarily. His true character is reflected in that altruistic action.
I had to think - how would I feel if I was out in the street or out plein air painting and a couple of teenagers playing with a gun gut-shot me by accident? Would I forgive them? Would I care about them to the point of covering for them so that their lives wouldn't be ruined by the accident?
That takes immense compassion. I respect Vincent Van Gogh much more now that I know more about the circumstances of his death and I feel proud that he's been such a strong influence on my painting. He died well, with an act of kindness.
I also have to mention the painting you put in the newsletter. "The Waffle Cottage" almost made me cry. The joy in that painting flooded me from the screen. I smiled and cried in the same moment, because the bright world of "The Waffle Cottage" looked like the boyhood I wished I had. It sang of play and outdoor roaming, going in to eat waffles drenched in real walnut syrup and telling jokes, having a treat on a bright day before going out fishing or boating.
Even at that age, if that was my childhood, I would have brought a sketchbook and a notebook to write down my impressions of nature. I like to think that because I didn't have that childhood then, I am enjoying it now that I'm legal age every time I pick up my pastels.
You're the one who taught me how to handle color the way I always wanted, so all my high intensity delight is in the lineage of Monet-Van Gogh-Manet > Hensche > Sarback > Herczfeld > Sloan. Thank you again from my heart.
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Lingonberry! That's what it was. Lingonberry syrup and lingonberries piled on the waffles. It was heavenly. I hope you can get those since you're actually in Sweden!
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It does express the girlhood I wish I'd had. No waffles allowed, as I am allergic to eggs -- but later I found how to make them without, and had a ball eating them. Traditionally, we put whipped cream and strawberry or raspberry jam (sort of a runny jam) on them, or icecream. Lingon, lingonberry, have a distinct tang, so that kind of jam goes with food, like grilled herring or meatballs. But, different parts of Sweden have slightly varying traditions, so somewhere I'm sure they do use lingonberry (with plenty of sugar) for waffles.
We don't make maple syrup, but lately we've imported it from across the Atlantic. It is very good!
That CBS 60 Minutes show about Vincent van Gogh it gladdened my hear, as this painter of so much beauty and who had such a troubled life, did indeed have the goodness within to forgive and help those boys who hurt him, and becoming a true hero by it. Certaninly deserving of respect. To me, he gained in stature, from tormented wreck to tormented hero, maybe even a bit saintly. From my standpoint, I think that few are those who have said "Father forgive them, for they do not know what they have done."
Maybe he wasn't suicidal in the general manner. the programme hinted at him not wanting to be a burden to his brother and his wife, so maybe even his suicide thoughts were because he wanted to give them relief from the burden of having him as a responsibility?
Hard to say, but he did show true greatness regarding the boys.
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Runny jam sounds tasty too, I love raspberry and strawberry in just about anything.
I hope the Van Gogh story gets widespread acclaim and gets into the history books. I always loved Van Gogh but also feared him, he became the icon of "art will drive you insane." Instead, he found painting as a way to go beyond his disability and seek joy in life.
I think we are lucky to be painters. The world becomes more beautiful every time I paint and draw. What I love becomes more lovely, what I don't like sometimes shows hidden beauty. I know Vincent understood this and experienced it, in every one of his paintings it's there.
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