Van Gogh is the gateway. Countless people have entered the door of modern art from his works, but they are reluctant to mention it later. It seems that his aesthetic level has surpassed him by a lot.
When I was a child, I read Owen Stone's biography, "The Eyes That See Famous Paintings", and "The History of Impressionism", and my impression of him was that of a peasant, rough and paranoid rooted in the earth.
A few days ago, I watched Feng Zikai talk about him, his value lies in capturing and conveying spiritual value, and he endowed this ever-changing world with eternal value.
And this animation, hand-painted in the style of his paintings, tells the story of exploring the truth of the painter's death.
Let his style of painting move, and then I truly feel his love for all life.
And this story really dares to reverse the case, it is like saying that Mozart was driven to death by his opponent, it is like saying that Shakespeare was ghostwritten.
I would say that the world he loves devoured him. And those who devoured him were destined to die quickly, but depended on his brush to spread. In fact, the public bears the shackles of life, laughing at him for not being able to make a living. In the end, everyone is buried, and only he can spread. No one cares about the characters in those paintings, only the author will be remembered by future generations. And what he cares about is all the things that are dying, and he sees the eternal brilliance behind all the ups and downs. Whether it can't be sold during his lifetime or the sky-high price after death, it has nothing to do with him. Descendants have collected a lot of money in his world, but they can't enter his world, they can only watch. What about the imperial chaebol? You are not destined to enter the eternal palace. The more expensive his work, the scarcer his spirit.
What we lack is the love for the leaves of grass and petals, the love for all things, the true nature of Buddhism and Taoism, and the awakening that sacrifices life to bridge the gap in the world. There will always be many valuable people and things buried in this world, so we should be proud of being buried, because every plant can only stand on its own roots, drawing nourishment from the vast darkness.
The life I see is that each has its own light, and all the efforts of the ancient sages and sages are just to let all living beings emit their own unique light, and then they can warm each other and shine on each other. Because all living beings are one, they are all infinite and mysterious creations, and they are all incarnations of the supreme spirituality. No one can complete themselves, and life must be integrated.
So what's the point of hurt-aversion? That is nothing but a relationship and movement between lives. You see "Ai Huozhuan", you see the poet Bukowski, you see all the lives rooted in pain and tempered into pearls. Martyrdom with one's body, burning my wrecked body, what is the joy of life, and what is the pain of death? The most valuable thing we have is the life in our hands, and the most valuable thing we have is obscurity. The most valuable thing for us is our own choice, living for ourselves, absorbing all nutrients, and looking forward to rebirth from the cocoon.
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