Feel free to hand the letter to him
We come to the world alone, and we often ask for no longer to leave alone.
But the true meaning of this life is actually how to better interpret and pursue oneself.
Many people will not say they understand Van Gogh very well, but they have definitely heard his name. He has more influence on the public than Monet. In the art textbooks of elementary school, there are his portraits and a brief introduction to his life early.
I thought that the intersection of life would end here, and he would only remain silent until death in the thesaurus in my mind.
However, all the real and stubborn interpretations of their own lives, the world often does not like to let go, and will always spread this life trajectory all over the sky for everyone to remember.
"Love Van Gogh", the world's first fully hand-painted oil painting film, took 6 years to draw a total of 65,000 oil paintings. In such an era, the products generated by these time costs are already an absolute classic.
The brand-new movie-style
film showed the beauty and transformation of various lines at the very beginning. I couldn't help but open my mouth and looked at it stupidly.
I was seated in the third row and looked up as if these dark blue or turquoise lines were going to devour myself. Dazzled, as if to be sucked in.
The style of the characters at the beginning was very unaccustomed, and I couldn't help but imagine what a live performance would look like. But gradually, I found that the expressions of the characters in the oil paintings were unusually clear. Frowning eyebrows, deep eyes, mocking mouth. Every detail brings great impact.
mesmerizing image
When the oil painting moves, the fallen wine, the fallen leaves blowing outside the window, the transformation of the night, the lonely and desolate street scene. It was as if he had smashed another incomparably real world into his chest, and then shattered, and every fragment was deeply imprinted into the flesh.
You will become accustomed, accustomed to this oil painting film. It will also become a deep memory. You can remember the appearance, expression, and appearance of each character clearly. The beauty of the oil painting and the authenticity of the film are really a perfect combination. Van Gogh's loneliness is mentioned more than once in the film about loneliness
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His dear brother was closer to him than his parents, and he would write a long letter to his brother every day, as if to finish the day's words.
And in his own life, there are only a group of crazy bastards, and the prostitute who temporarily gave him warmth.
Bastards do not understand themselves, and even make fun of themselves. Even so, they are still alive and can be regarded as people they are familiar with.
And prostitutes, in addition to satisfying carnal desires, many people also talk a lot with prostitutes and talk about a lot of things. But also to appease his lonely heart.
Van Gogh would drink with the gangsters every day with a pipe in his mouth, watching their mockery and enjoying their bullying.
There will also be those opportunities called chance, temporarily handing over your soul to a warm lust, holding another body, telling yourself, and even cutting off your ears at the end.
Van Gogh's loneliness is not only alone, but also spiritual loneliness. He saw a different side of life, and he heard different voices in the world, but he couldn't express it. He could only use a brush to tell his soul.
He was anxious, and used countless spirals, lines, and tones to draw the world he saw and outline the shape of his soul, but no one could understand it.
I can temporarily appease my body, but my soul is helpless after all. Van Gogh flew higher and higher, only the last thread in his brother's hand held him, afraid that he would really fly to the starry sky and set foot on the gate of the starry sky that he longed for.
About friends
loneliness and friends are always looking at each other. Van Gogh had two friends in his life, a younger brother and a doctor. I would like to ask, how about you?
The biggest difference between us and our parents is that there are not so many people who can smile and say hello. And going back further, grandparents can even count the entire village as a family. Everyone's character and personality can be reflected on the paper.
We desperately want to be ourselves, we don’t care what others think, and we don’t expect others to understand us. The standard of making friends is also getting higher and higher, even to the point of mysterious and mysterious.
I don't know whether to be happy or sad. We are finally walking towards the word delicate.
I started to hate the world around me, the world full of people around me. Like a person, like pure nature.
But I also look forward to the warmth of people around me, to have many friends, to play together, and to talk about friends together.
In the film, Van Gogh would gently pick up the little girl, paint for her and whisper to her. They will also look at the girl affectionately, hoping to express their sincerity to each other.
Everyone is looking forward to good things. Van Gogh is also, he did not meet some bad friends, those bad friends who changed his outlook on life.
When he died, he was still very simple, still exploring the world curiously, still stubbornly and truly expressing his soul.
He is very pure, even if the word friend falls on him, it has become absolute support and concern, and there is absolutely no malicious abandonment and harm to his heart.
Pursuing oneself is like climbing a mountain, the higher you climb, the fewer people you live in.
But because of this, the rest of the people want to climb the mountain. No matter where he wants to climb in the end, you can walk hand in hand with peace of mind. There is a saying about the wheat field in the film
about life and death: When people harvest the wheat field with a sickle, I always think of death, but this is not terrible and tragic. Everything happened under the golden sunlight, it was so beautiful. Perhaps death, for painters, is really a common thing. There is nothing strange or different. Van Gogh yearned for the starry sky, but never really knew it. In his eyes, death may be a road to the star gate. His death is a blessing to those around him, and also a fulfillment for himself.
Life and death are far away from me, so life is really not a big deal. It's just a job, it's just housing, it's just salary.
Sadness and thoughts are not from poverty, nor from life and death. So, is there a broader way to pursue happiness?
splendid life
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