Vincent would spend the whole day outdoors,
Sketching, painting the nature's wondrous revelations;
In the evening, he would return home from the woods,
To mingle, chat with his family in the living room.
They sat together for dinner around a large wooden table.
Vincent's family had mixed reactions, emotions
About Vincent, and the manner in which he led his life.
He had three sisters, of them, Anna was married and away,
While Elizabeth was at home but disliked Vincent so much
That she wished that he had never returned home.
Vincent's youngest brother Cor was a quiet child,
And never talked to his eldest brother.
Theo was the only one sibling in the family
Who loved Vincent unconditionally, but
He was away in Paris working efficiently as an art dealer.
Vincent would immerse himself in his drawings.
He copied his day's sketch over and over again,
Repeatedly drawing it a dozen times or more,
Then tearing them all off, one by one,
Thoroughly dissatisfied and disgusted with his own work.
Theodorus, Vincent's father watched his son with surprise.
'Vincent! , don't you ever get them right? ' He asked.
'You shouldn't have to draw those things a hundred times
Without ever getting them right. If you had any natural ability,
They would come to you without any trying. I wonder,
If you aren't making a mistake? '
A Biographical Poem
Any real art is a job and to do that job right you have to do it over and over again. Eventually you get it right. Excellent read.
Good thing that he didn't listen to his father. Siblings can be a strange lot. Vincent was very fortunate to have the unconditional love of his brother Theo. So very very sad about Elizabeth and Cor!
This part tells about the attitude of his brothers and sisters toward Vincent. It also reflects the nature's wondrous revelations which he wanted to capture through his paintings. Succinct portrayal.
Another wonderful series, Dr. Geeta. A true and honest depiction of a family. Another great lesson in life.
Going through this sad series, it is hard to believe that our own family could never see the potentials in us. A family must nurture and inspire its members no matter what. I salute Van Gogh that despite this hindrance, he ardently continue his painting.
Another episode in the life of the great painter. How his own people dissuade him!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He strived for perfection. That is what a true artist works for. Great write.