|Subject||The artist's mind... or....a tale of two Vincents|
|DateCreated||5/18/2007 4:35:00 PM|
|PostedDate||5/18/2007 3:25:00 PM|
A couple of friends of mine reminded me of the duality in all things today... not that I need reminding, just neat that they pointed it out. Makes me feel like I'm understood. (thank you J's! *giggles*)
There is duality everywhere, and all things are interchangeable. Some people are so determined to pin down the definite (true) nature of things that they completely miss the wonder of seeing it another way... in order to avoid going through the pain ... of seeing them as they are.
"God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them." - Bono (see more at www.one.org)
It's a frustrating exercise for those of us who *do* see the duality in all things, to attempt to communicate this ability to others. We are after all, teachers at heart... everyone has a message they want to convey.
It's dangerous when those who have a limited vision are given credence, and the weight of that credibility causes the loss of our ability to see beyond our limitations (learn), but also causes the human heart to fail, and a person's spirit to break. Sometimes... it even results in the loss of their life (either physical... or spiritual).
This is the line we walk ladies and gentlemen... and it's a fine one indeed.
So tonight for your entertainment, I not only have a song for you to listen to, I have pictures for you to see, and a little story for you to hear.
Vincent Malloy, by Tim Burton, one of my favorite directors. This little story illustrates exactly the point I make above, as little Vincent tries vainly to live out his fantasies in the reality of his little world...
And the video of "Starry Starry Night" by Don McLean. Not overly popular Mr. McLean, but certainly one of the more prophetic musicians of his time. I've loved this song forever, and if I let myself, it would make me cry every time I hear it. He captures the essence of Van Gogh perfectly in this song...so well in fact, you'd think he knew the man personally... I guess he just spent enough time admiring his work to understand it. He mentions in the song that it feels like Vincent knows the darkness in his soul. I think the reason for that is because Vincent was quite familiar with the darkness in his own...
"Now I think I know, what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free...they would not listen, they're not listening still.. perhaps they never will"
Meh... here's to hoping at some point they do. Enjoy.