Van Gogh, What a Great Bastard He is!

The Van Gogh letters made a book here and here. I read some of his letters, my painting teacher introduced me start with that I should read them. Then I always thought that how life could so unfair to the great man, but I no longer think that way, on the contrary he was a deeply privileged man, as he could excess the secrete of life where not many people can or could excess. I think he was a great philosopher in canvases, like the Tolstoy in his wordings.

An endlessly flat landscapes…seen from a bird’s eye view from the top of the hill … vineyard, harvest cornfield. All this is multiplied to infinity and spreads like the surface of the seat to the horizon….
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….the color is exquisite here… When it gets scorched and dusty it gets not lose its beauty, for then the landscape gets tones of gold of various tints, green-gold yellow-gold, pink-gold, and in the same way bronze, copper, in shore staring from citron yellow all the way to a dull, dark yellow color like a heap of particularly clear, bright blue --- green blue, and violet-blue…

He is in love the field, all the existent; unconquerable power of life, the cycles the passage of time; newness and death, yet the deathlessness, longing for eternity yet see the fleeting, the loneliest blue distant and lusty heated soil, the endless progression of field, the destiny of our life, the breathing of colors and lines. All in there! All existing and surviving in harmony in destruction and beginnings. He is exotica with the field the hues and the sky, all the things in there mesmerized him, he is alive he is most alive in there; turn him into their world of composition which no one can see but only him. In return they open most intimate, secrete side of their life open to him; in a gratuities and most loving way. The field, the summer, the sky and the distant the fleeting moment, represents only for him as a whole! There he can be the commander of the myriad, the most beloved and the most wanted guest, after all he is most normal and most human in the composition! What a great bastard he is!