Hey, Mr. van Gogh, how’s your day going? Goodmorning, my day’s been just fine! I took a walk, it’s been a great day!
Alrighty then, may I ask you a few questions? You sure can!
Ok, so, when and where were you born? My parents, Anna Carbentus van Gogh and Theodorus van Gogh, introduced Vincent Willem van Gogh Wednesday March 30th, 1853 in the Netherlands. But, I wasn’t the first Vincent Van Gogh; I came from a LONG line of Vincents!
Ooh! What was your childhood like?
Well, my mother never understood me; my eccentricities. As time went on, she started liking me less and less, by the time I was an adult, she had given up all hope for me. She’d always accuse me of intentionally conflicting “pain and misery” on her. She would jettison my paintings,
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I also painted a picture called, “Self-portrait with Bandaged Ear”! Anyways, the people of Arles, started a petition saying I was dangerous. So, I committed myself to an asylum, where I began painting in the hospital gardens.
Oh...Glad you learned how to paint! Did you have any struggles? Oh, yes, plenty. I was born with a brain lesion, which caused doctors to think that this was caused temporal lobe epilepsy…
Well, let’s get on to the next question, shall we? When and how did you die..? Ooh, let’s see, it wasn’t that...no, that was last week...OH, it was July 29th, 1890. I died from a gunshot wound at an inn. My last words were, “La tristesse durera toujours” (LA TRIST-UH DO-HUH TOOJORS), I revealed on my deathbed that I had shot myself in a field. When my mother died, they could only find few paintings and letters I had written to her. I died at the young age of 37. Many thought I had tried to drink yellow paint, but really I only talked about it.
OH, well, um, ok. SO, did you have a spouse/partner? Kids? I lived with a woman named Sien Hoornik, she already had a four-year-old daughter, named Maria. So, no, I didn’t have my OWN kids.
Nice! Ok, next question, did any other artists inspire
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My best friend was the greatest role model at the time and she was amazing at drawing. Over the years, I’ve improved and it is now a treasured hobby. My schoolwork was covered with doodles in the margins of the papers, and abandoned sketches would slip through the pages of my notebooks. Many say that the art field is not respectful and maybe hard to get a stable job in. I wouldn’t refute as in some cases they can be right.
I became understood in the Melbourne modern art scene and had many exhibits, consisting of one at the distinguished Australian Centre for Contemporary Art. I composed a book about my experiences at the age of 30, which drew a good deal of remarks from older individuals who were impressed that a person that young had adequate experience to compose an autobiography. At the end of my Masters degree, I began work as a civil servant and transferred to the Australian capital, Canberra, thus getting away poverty and beginning on the path to monetary self-reliance. Eighteen months later, I purchased my own one bedroom flat, where I was surrounded (generally) by other civil servants likewise residing in their first property purchase, rather than drunk unemployed people as had actually held true in the Workplace of Real estate
While others at school fretted about fitting in, I was constantly anxious about what was awaiting me at home. Beyond just worrying about my mother being drunk, I was always unsure of what condition she would be in when I got home from school. Would I have to take care of her and clean up her vomit or would I need to avoid her while she barraged me with screaming insults through my locked bedroom door? Remarks such as, “You worthless daughter” still haunt
He was a post-impressionist artist responsible for “his own more bold and conventional style” (“Van Gogh Gallery”). He is, of course, most famous for his painting, “Starry Night.” Van Gogh was known to be “highly emotional, lacking self-confidence, and struggling with his identity and direction” (“Van Gogh Gallery”). When he finally decided to pursue art, he had already endured many hardships. He had gone through two unhappy relationships and worked unsuccessfully as a bookstore clerk, an art salesman, and a preacher, where he was “dismissed for overzealousness” (“Van Gogh Gallery”).
I had no faith in myself that my talent was something special. I did not think I was advanced enough to elongate my art career. In my sophomore year, I had an art teacher I was blessed to encounter. He saw my passion for art however saw I was too shy to show it. My confidence grew within high school and by senior year, I was happy with who I blossomed
I knew something was wrong because I peeked outside and saw my dad outside on our deck in tears. I said “what’s wrong?” She said “Cannon, your grandfather passed away”. I burst into tears. It was already a rough time for me because about a month before that day, my great grandmother had passed away.
With practice and patience, I actually started to enjoy drawing. I took an art class as my elective and I thought that this would be my future. I thought I finally found myself, but problems started to show. From family problems to losing friends. Losing friends took a deep toll on my life because I’ve never experienced this feeling before.
This small interest blossomed from a young age and has changed me in so many ways. Being an artist isn 't a title or label but doing what makes me feel okay. I paint to make others feel, I draw to make others wonder. It is an expression, even some can may the meaning of life. Although this has brought frustration and struggle, it is that what makes the journey worthwhile.
2. Louis Armstrong Childhood Daniel Louis Armstrong was born in New Orleans, Louisiana in the early 20th century. Being born into poverty, his upbringing was extremely rough, and not having parental guidance would attribute to his troubled childhood. Armstrong’s father abandoned his mother
This spawned an inevitable future. By drawing stories that had already been written I started to then make my own stories and characters. Drawing became part of my identity. Both in my family and at school I was identified as an “artsy kid.”
Death is inevitable. Losing someone you love is dreadful. It was April 2016 when we were sitting at the dinner table late at night with our family friends. My mom’s phone began to ring. When I saw her reaction, I knew immediately.
While Amy, the Doctor, and Vincent were about to part ways, Amy and the Doctor decided to bring Vincent to the future to show him that his artwork was meaningful and to ultimately change his fate. This was one of the most memorable scenes throughout the episode because the emotions that Vincent expressed portrayed immense gratitude that affected the viewers by sympathizing with Vincent’s joy of his new-found worth. Vincent was amazed once he saw that he was in a museum filled with his artwork. When the Doctor asked Dr. Black “…where do you think Van Gogh ranks in the history of art?” (“Vincent and the Doctor”) Vincent was brought to tears by his response and could not believe that he made that much of an impact on the art world or be that memorable of an artist.
I love art and want to diversify part of my interest. It was not only about independence or money but fulfillment. I decide to complete my education becoming a doctor in dentistry, on this field I can help people and use my art skills, because believed or not art is applied in dentistry and almost every field. A month after my 23rd birthday I finished dental school. I felt completed I could help others and use my art skills.
Van Gogh was inspired by the work that post- impressionists have done with their art and he started to use them with a unique style that will be continued today. He was born in Holland in 1853. He was a son of a pastor that brought him in a religious atmosphere, however, Van Gogh struggled with his identity and the path he should take in life.