I enjoy writing – no doubt. However, it requires a lot of discipline and precision. Even if I just want to type up a recipe or the directions for finding an address, I have to organize my thoughts and chose my words carefully. If I don’t, no one will understand what I want to say. Literary composition is of course much more complicated, but the same principal is involved. No one will read my work if the points I am trying to make are not clear and the style is not enjoyable. To write, I need solitude, and interruptions are not really welcome. Plainly put, the writing process is not socially interactive.
On the other hand, there is painting – I absolutely adore it. To be a reasonably proficient painter also takes decades of effort and learning. But the skill set is altogether different. When painting, I have to imagine what I want to portray, and then render a tangible image from my thought or concept. Even after years, I am far from skilful – I can’t consistently produce pieces that even please me. But that doesn’t matter, I enjoy making art and especially with my friends. We help each other and we laugh. I know there are serious artists, who insist on working alone, but truth be told – the hours I spend painting are my most enjoyable.
Of course I aspire to improve my painting style and I am often asked – Who is your favorite artist? That question is like asking a mother – Who is your favorite child? My love for famous painters is eclectic – Chagall, Utrillo, Lautrec, Vermeer, daVinci, Khalo – the list could go on and on. But if asked to choose only one, it could be none other than Vincent van Gogh.
Why “Dearest Vincent”?
I do not totally love all his work, but I see something unique in every canvas. His constant movement, vivid color and the way he captures light are unique.
My five favorites are most people’s : “The Sunflowers”, 1888 , “Starry Night”, 1889, “The Room of Arles”, 1888, “Self-Portrait with Straw Hat”, 1887,“The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum Arles at Night”, 1888
The details of van Gogh’s tragic life are well-known.
Mostly because of his mental illness, he lived in poverty, had few (if any) loving relationships, and died at far too young an age. Did his genius demand such a high price? So many artists have precarious lives – there are not many harder ways to make a living
We can do nothing to change what happened to Vincent van Gogh in the past, but next weekend in Merida, we have the chance to support our here-and-present artists at Merida’s “Noche Blanca”. This giant art show / music, dance and theater performances / samples of innovative culinary offerings and folkloric prsentations will be held next Saturday, May 28th from 8pm until 2 am at multiple venues and studios. I hope to see you there!
The complete program can be downloaded here: