Today, I had the privilege to watch a movie called, Loving Vincent, a biopic on Vincent Van Gogh. Although it only cost $6 for the ticket, I am still going to call this a privilege, because this movie is one of a kind – it is animated, and each key frame was hand painted in the style of Van Gogh by over 100 artists. A total of 65,000 frames were painted for this 90 minute movie.
Very few movies have the power to move you, and this was one such movie.
Loving Vincent revolves around his death with its protagonist trying to investigate how it happened. “You want to know so much about his death, but what do you know of his life?”, said a character in the movie. It is common knowledge that Vincent shot himself, but the movie explores other possibilities. “How can a man go from being absolutely calm to killing himself in 6 weeks?”. Well, nobody knows. Not even Theo, Vincent’s biggest critique and brother who supported him all through his life.
Vincent suffered a lot of mental problems, STDs and was also diagnosed with bipolar disorders by experts. he died a tragic death, yes, but he lived a more tragic life. He painted over 800 paintings, and sold only one whilst still alive. Today, he is known as the Father of Modern Art. Fun fact, he only picked up a brush at the age of 28 as an adult and continued to paint for 8 years! So if you ever catch yourself saying, “I think I am tool old to learn that”, think again. If Vincent could, you can too. But then again, he was a genius… A genius, who was bullied and rejected by society. Misunderstood by society. What loving Vincent taught me was, even if people around you do not appreciate your work, or scoff and ridicule you for it, it speaks nothing about you. It speaks about how society is failing YOU, failing to understand you and failing to fulfill its own responsibility. This movie was so powerful, it triggered all my bad memories with bullying. But I have decided that I am going to care less and less about it. If something/someone makes me unhappy, I am going to be vocal about it. I am going to call out on such people, and remind myself, I haven’t done anything wrong and it speaks nothing about me or my work.
But it also triggered another sentiment – the art in me. Lately I haven’t been drawing much. The last I drew was for a friend for her birthday about a couple of months ago. Somebody I knew laughed at it and called it lame. That kind of depressed me and I thought, have I been drawing in vain all this time? And mind you, I have been drawing forever now. From what my mom told me, during the holidays, I would sit and draw endlessly. I would draw because it made me forget everything around me. I remember, this one Summer holiday afternoon, there was a power cut and I didn’t have anything to do, except draw of course. I re created this Van Gogh –
I wasn’t a painter, and made this with pastel crayons instead. I had only recently discovered Van Gogh and was very fascinated by his style. Of course my drawing does not have the same bold strokes as the original, because I wasn’t using a brush. Although I had made this years ago, I still have it safe here with me all thanks to my sister, because I had a bad habit of making drawings and just tossing them carelessly in my room, making it look like a shabby art gallery. “You need to start respecting your own work’, she said. I have now started to organize my drawings properly. This movie is going to make me go back to my crayons and drawing book again. Call me lame all you want!
If you get a chance to watch this movie, I urge you to watch it, watch it for the genius Van Gogh is, watch it to rediscover what passion is…
This youtube video shows ALL of his work. If you know Van Gogh’s work, there’s so many easter eggs throughout the movie!