Ode to The Starry Night.
Van Gogh is long dead, over accessed, researched, copied and used in Art History books. He was a very gifted, tortured white guy that cut off a piece of his ear. His letters to his brother are somber and stagnant and it feels almost defeating to listen to his story over and over again.
His paintings are up there for the most beloved paintings in Art History. IN ALL OF ART HISTORY. It might be the spoon fed quality of learning in the Western World and who is telling us what art to appreciate in education, museums and media. And It does annoy me to some degree that I painted this and that I'm going to use this painting to lead a workshop. But...I love Van Gogh because he captured movement in the most utterly quite, stillness of life.
His brushstrokes are so simple and careful and free. The paintings' take the viewer on a journey within a single moment. The momentum in the life of the painting is carried by infinite cascades of line, texture and color.
He painted movement of light, of air, of breath and space. His paintings relay his necessity to capture a present moment in time. As short and sweet and still as the landscape or room was, Van Gogh could see and feel the forward momentum of life happening. Regardless of his presence, regardless of how stagnant and stuck he felt within the confines of his mental ability, these sparse and significant moments of self awareness allowed such profound perception.
The undefined movement in life can be some grand gestural force like the wind but often it is soft and unspoken, like the decay in the roots of a tree which are unseen beneath the ground.
Becoming aware of this process in life can move us out of all circumstance and back to the present moment of being. Being with the source of life allows us to flow, see and exalt the movement that is promised by grace.