“I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’”
“An artist needn’t be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.”
“The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.”
Excerpt from Vincent’s letter to brother Theo:
“And God sees the trouble and the sorrow and He can help in spite of all. The faith in God is firm in me - it is no imagination, no idle faith - but it is so, it is true, there is a God Who is alive and He is with our parents and His eye is also upon us, and I am sure He plans our life and we do not quite belong to ourselves as it were - and this God is no other than Christ of Whom we read in our Bible and Whose word and history is also deep in our heart.”
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on June 25, 2008 - 1:07 pm
What a perfect example to follow your post on melancholia. Poor Vincent struggled so. Hearing to “Starry, Starry Night” never fails to give me pause. And then give thanks for this life, the wondrous, horrid, hard, beautiful life I have because He lives . . . in me.