Vincent Willem van Gogh (30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist artist.His paintings and drawings include some of the world's best known, most popular and most expensive pieces.

Van Gogh spent his early adult life working for a firm of art dealers. After a brief spell as a teacher, he became a missionary worker in a very poor mining region. He did not embark upon a career as an artist until 1880. Initially, Van Gogh worked only with sombre colours, until he encountered Impressionism and Neo-Impressionism in Paris. He incorporated their brighter colours and style of painting into a uniquely recognizable style, which was fully developed during the time he spent at Arles, France. He produced more than 2,000 works, including around 900 paintings and 1,100 drawings and sketches, during the last ten years of his life. Most of his best-known works were produced in the final two years of his life, during which time he cut off part of his left ear following a breakdown in his friendship with Paul Gauguin. After this he suffered recurrent bouts of mental illness, which led to his suicide.

Vincent was known as a genius only after he died, not much valued his works when he was alive, but now, people praise him for he's the pioneer to the new path for arts.

          The Blooming Plumtree

The starry night

Hare's a song dedicated for Vincent......

Vincent - Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent

This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...

p.s. I uploaded the song, try it!

Quote of the blog:  "Everyone wants to understand art. Why don't we try to understand the song of a bird? Why do we love the night, the    flowers, everything around us, without trying to understand them? But in the case of a painting, people think they have to understand. If only they would realize above all that an artist works of necessity, that he himself is only an insignificant part of the world, and that no more importance should be attached to him than to plenty of other things which please us in the world though we can't explain them; people who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree."-Picasso

   The dog story in a different perspective....(you can visit http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/) for another version though)

   It was raining cats and dogs today and  I was leaving school earlier than normal today- my precious Thursday, we get to go home at 1.10 p.m.; Look, if it is raining, everywhere will be jammed, the car, the buses, and we students. You don't know how much I wish i could get into the bus when the last bell rang. I kept my thing swiftly and met up with magz and chua to say "bye bye". I rushed to the library for the road to the library is the only way to stay dry and also out of the crowd. I reached the main gate sooner than i thought but it was already unbearable- the students were all waiting there, and i mean ALL; I tried to squeeze out of the crowd but when i was nearly out of the school, I don't see my bus anywhere. So, I went back into the crowd to stay out of the rain, and then I saw a bus.. I want to confirm that was my bus before I squeeze out of the crowd again, so I stood in the rain to take a peek at the bus's colour. I didn't spot that familiar red  and thus I stay in school, watching that bus come and go. I waited for a while and i saw another bus coming, this time, i squeezed out and ran through the rain to get to the bus- i was actually annoyed when i was squeezing out because someone was blocking my road;

  Unfortunately, that wasn't my bus. I was stuck in the rain and i didn't want to go back to school again, So, (haiz, long long story) I walked to my near4by cousin's house to wait for the bus- it's on the same lane, and if I didn't catch the bus, I can easily phone my mother; I ringed the bell of my cousins' house, happy to see a car parking in the porch, but no one answered. I kept on ringing it for a few times but still no reaction. I was going like "This is bad..... what choice do i have left? I need to wait for the bus" and then, this dog came. My first thought is “wow, this dog is wet" and it surprised me because i was deep in thoughts to find for a way back. Then, i spot a familiar out of it. That is the dog that approached me last Tuesday. I think the dog felt the same way too~ xD It was about to continue passing me and then it turned back and sniffed me. I let it sniffed cause I thought it would so no harm to me, but then, it suddenly jumped on me- i was going "NOT AGAIN!!"; and it was wet! My light blue skirt immediately turned dark-blue. I said "Ha! Look what you have done!" and it still kept on jumping on me. I have no choice but to 'sayang' it. It was clearly satisfied with that and immediately sat down. Then, a bunch of students passed by.. The girls were going" I'm afraid of that dog.." and the boys were going "It's going to rain real hard" but their eyes were on that dog- maybe it's a kind of distraction; Some girls even show me that expression like "please keep that dog in your hand, and don't give him a chance to move"... and if I stop touching the dog's ears, it'll jump on me again.... *sigh* I waited for quite some time, and i decided to go back to school. And of course, guess who's tailing me behind, jumping on me for every step i take(it was raining heavier than before) and my petty green file didn't do much in keeping me out of the rain, ad so, i was soaked in wet. That didn't mind me much, for i know going back to school at a state like this is sure to bring you some stare from the students there. As expected, they stare at me.. but what was worse is the DOG BEHIND ME- it sounds scary right?; and. the girls started to scream......

    I have to say sorry for my ignoring attitude. Sometimes, ignorance really is bliss. I stomped into school, disturbing a pair of couple by placing my beg in the middle of them- i didn't do it on purpose, i didn't even know they were couples until i overheard what they said; I rushed up to the school's public phone, met with magz and I told them what happened. I phoned my mom who didn't answer my phone and then phoned to my sis- I’m lucky she answered the phone; and so I got to go back home. It was 2.08p.m. I was so happy when i got a hand of the "tea-boiled-eggs" it was so hot and warm. And then, I went down to wait for my mother to come and the dog is not there anymore- the dog is really cute, really.. i really like that dog if it wasn't for this...; And i reached home at 2.30p.m. Mission accomplished. Thx Ma~

Quote of the blog: Parrots make great pets. They have more personality than goldfish- Chevy Chase