A First “Date” with Vincent Van Gogh in New York City
Post by : admin on February 8th, 2010When I was wondering where to book a hotel in New York, a friend of mine suggested that I find one located close to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, knowing that once I stepped into the museum, I would most likely be spending a lot of time there, and he was right. I thought it was funny when I was younger, and I did not really understand it when I would see people in movies, just standing in front of one painting for an extending period of time. I wondered just what they were looking at for so long.
But as I grew older, I became involved with painting, and as such, spent a lot of time flipping through art books at the paintings that were part of museum collections thousands of miles away. Famous paintings that I did not know if I would ever see in person. And that first time I walked into the Met, was my first time being in the same place as some of those paintings I had only before seen in photographs. I found myself in the room with the Impressionist paintings.
I did not have a map of the museum, and I was not really sure of just what work was housed there, and as I strolled along taking it all in, I caught sight of something that took my breath away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh. There were a couple reasons my heart started pounding and hands started sweating. First, reproductions of this painting are everywhere, on everything from tee shirts to coffee mugs to computer mouse pads. Non of them do it justice. I had no idea that the colors were so…so there, so vivid, and that the paint was oh so thick. The paint was so thick that as I stood there looking at it, I noticed a hair from an oil paint brush.
And this is the second reason my heart was pounding…that hair was attached to the brush that was in Van Gogh’s hand as he laid that paint down. A man that today, some make jokes about his sanity, or alleged lack there of. A man that although he was starving, kept on painting. I must have stood there for an hour, just looking at the brush work, and wondering about the day he painted the piece. I didn’t realize it until a small girl tugged my jacket and handed me a Kleenex, that I had tears on my cheeks. I smiled and thanked her, I gestured towards Starry Night and said to her, “Amazing huh?”…and she said, “Truly it is.” She knew why I was staring at the one painting for so long, she was a NY little girl, and she had one-up on a little girl from a small town in the middle of nowhere.
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