Vincent Van Gogh

  • Ces {Lettres, }écrites entre 1873 et 1890, sont le témoignage déchirant d'un homme sur sa peinture. Van Gogh en sa genèse, Van Gogh en ses couleurs, travaillant sans relâche. L'homme à qui s'adresse un tel déchaînement de lucidité se prénomme Théodore, marchand de tableaux "apôtre" qui envoie à son grand frère tubes, brosses, toiles et argent -- quand c'est possible.

  • Incarnation du mythe de l´artiste maudit, Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) est devenu une référence de l´art contemporain. Expressionniste pendant le courant postimpressioniste, son art fut incompris tout au long de sa vie. Vincent van Gogh réalisa plus de 2000 oeuvres mais n´en vendra qu´une seule tout au long de sa vie. Peintre autodidacte, sa peinture est reconnue pour sa beauté à la fois sensible et âpre. Il est aujourd´hui l´un des artistes les plus en vogue sur le marché de l´art

  • La rencontre de Van Gogh avec Anthon G.A. Van Rappard se situe à l´aube de l´oeuvre du peintre, et ces lettres sont le reflet de ses années d´apprentissage. Les Lettres à van Rappard, qui constituent l´indispensable complément aux Lettres à son frère Théo nous révèlent le fond du caractère de Van Gogh. Elles nous parlent des difficultés matérielles et morales auxquelles il a dû faire face, des luttes qu´il a dû soutenir, de ses aspirations, de sa ténacité, de l´évolution de son génie.

  • Quand Vincent van Gogh se suicide en juillet 1890, il laisse une oeuvre considérable, pas moins de 879 peintures, gravures et dessins. Mais il laisse aussi une correspondance capitale comprenant plus de 800 lettres, écrites entre 1872 et sa mort. 668 sont adressées à son frère Théo, son confident, son ange gardien éternellement présent, qui a toujours cru en sa peinture et l'a soutenu matériellement et moralement jusqu'à sa mort. Les lettres sélectionnées ici témoignent de toute la vie d'adulte de Vincent depuis sa quête de Dieu aux Pays-Bas jusqu'à la dernière étape d'Auvers-sur-Oise. Denis Lavant est Van Gogh, tout simplement. Tour à tour mystique, révolté, déchiré, il semble habité par la souffrance et la recherche acharnée de la peinture qui torturent Vincent jusqu'à son dernier souffle.

  • De 1872 à sa mort, Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) ne cessera jamais de correspondre avec Théo, son frère cadet. Misère matérielle, déceptions affectives, vocation contrariée de prédicateur évangéliste, passion naissante pour le dessin, admiration pour Millet et Rubens, lecture enthousiaste de Dickens et Zola, enchantement des couleurs : rien, de la vie douloureuse et exaltée du peintre, n'est caché dans cette correspondance, en grande partie rédigée en français. Ses dernières lettres, écrites à Auvers-sur-Oise juste avant son suicide, constituent une sorte de journal de ses derniers mois de création, un véritable testament artistique. Et le plus émouvant des autoportraits.

  • Vincent van Gogh's life and work are so intertwined that it is hardly possible to observe one without thinking of the other. Van Gogh has indeed become the incarnation of the suffering, misunderstood martyr of modern art, the emblem of the artist as an outsider. An article, published in 1890, gave details about van Gogh's illness. The author of the article saw the painter as "a terrible and demented genius, often sublime, sometimes grotesque, always at the brink of the pathological." Very little is known about Vincent's childhood. At the age of eleven he had to leave "the human nest", as he called it himself, for various boarding schools. The first portrait shows us van Gogh as an earnest nineteen year old. At that time he had already been at work for three years in The Hague and, later, in London in the gallery Goupil & Co. In 1874 his love for Ursula Loyer ended in disaster and a year later he was transferred to Paris, against his will. After a particularly heated argument during Christmas holidays in 1881, his father, a pastor, ordered Vincent to leave. With this final break, he abandoned his family name and signed his canvases simply "Vincent". He left for Paris and never returned to Holland. In Paris he came to know Paul Gauguin, whose paintings he greatly admired. The self-portrait was the main subject of Vincent's work from 1886c88. In February 1888 Vincent left Paris for Arles and tried to persuade Gauguin to join him. The months of waiting for Gauguin were the most productive time in van Gogh's life. He wanted to show his friend as many pictures as possible and decorate the Yellow House. But Gauguin did not share his views on art and finally returned to Paris. On 7 January, 1889, fourteen days after his famous self-mutilation, Vincent left the hospital where he was convalescing. Although he hoped to recover from and to forget his madness, but he actually came back twice more in the same year. During his last stay in hospital, Vincent painted landscapes in which he recreated the world of his childhood. It is said that Vincent van Gogh shot himself in the side in a field but decided to return to the inn and went to bed. The landlord informed Dr Gachet and his brother Theo, who described the last moments of his life which ended on 29 July, 1890: "I wanted to die. While I was sitting next to him promising that we would try to heal him. [...], he answered, `La tristesse durera toujours (The sadness will last forever).'"

  • A carefully selected edition of the letters of Van Gogh. For this great artist it is unusually difficult to separate his life from his work. These letters reveal his inner turmoil and strength of character, and provide an extraordinary insight into the intensity and creativity of his artistic life.

  • A new selection of Vincent Van Gough's letters, based on an entirely new translation, revealing his religious struggles, his fascination with the French Revolution, his search for love and his involvement in humanitarian causes.

  • The incarnation of the myth of a cursed artist, Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) is a legend who became a reference for modern art. An Expressionist during the Post-Impressionist movement, his art was misunderstood during his lifetime. In Holland, he partook

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