The link above is fantastic use of technology to show us some of Vincent van Gogh's most celebrated paintings. It starts from 'Night Café' and as you scroll right you have 'Portrait of Doctor Gachet', 'Café Terrace at Night', 'Starry Night', 'Starry Night over the Rhône' and 'At Eternity's Gate'. All paintings are seamlessly merged to appear as a single painting.
One can sense a certain melancholy in these paintings of
his, signs of a conflicted soul who has gone through a tumultuous journey in
life. He fought poverty, depression and mental illness but created images
that captivate you with their beauty, pain and sheer intensity. His best and
most prolific work was in the asylum. He apparently shot himself dead at the
age of 37. His paintings were carefully collected by his sister-in-law and got
him recognition 11 years after his death.
One of the best homages to Vincent van Gogh was the song
'Vincent' by Don Mclean. It is so touching to see how well and with what
sensitivity he has understood the artist and his work.
...and here is the same song with the lyrics and van
Gogs's paintings in the background...
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