Vincents leven, 1853-1890

Vincent van Gogh besloot op zijn 27ste om kunstenaar te worden. Die beslissing zou zijn leven en de kunstgeschiedenis voorgoed veranderen. Lees Vincents biografie.
https://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/nl/kunst-en-verhalen/vincents-leven-1853-1890

Podcast Van Goghs mooiste brieven

Nederlandse schrijvers, acteurs en muzikanten lezen voor uit de beroemde brieven van Vincent van Gogh en vertellen wat haar of hem persoonlijk raakt. Ter gelegenheid van de tentoonstelling Je liefhebbende Vincent verschijnen de komende weken nieuwe afleveringen van de brievenpodcast.
https://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/nl/kunst-en-verhalen/kunst/vincent-van-gogh/podcast

The letters by correspondent Theo van Gogh
http://vangoghletters.org/vg/by_correspondent.html?correspondent=Theo_van_Gogh

The letters by correspondent Paul Gauguin http://vangoghletters.org/vg/by_correspondent.html?correspondent=Paul_Gauguin

The letters by correspondent Emile Bernard http://vangoghletters.org/vg/by_correspondent.html?correspondent=Emile_Bernard

My dear Theo,It’s mainly to tell you that I’m grateful for your visit that I’m writing to you. It was quite a long time ago that we saw each other or wrote to each other as we used to. All the same, it’s better that we feel something for each other rather than behave like corpses towards one another, the more so because as long as one has no real right to be called a corpse by being legally dead, it smacks of hypocrisy or at least childishness to pose as such. Childish in the manner of a young man of 14 years who thinks that his dignity and social standing actually oblige him to wear a top hat. The hours we spent together in this way have at least assured us that we’re both still in the land of the living. When I saw you again and took a walk with you, I had the same feeling I used to have more than I do now, as though life were something good and precious that one should cherish, and I felt more cheerful and alive than I had been for a long time, because in spite of myself life has gradually become or has seemed much less precious to me, much more unimportant and indifferent. When one lives with others and is bound by a feeling of affection one is aware that one has a reason for being, that one might not be entirely worthless and superfluous but perhaps good for one thing or another, considering that we need one another and are making the same journey as travelling companions. Proper self-respect, however, is also very dependent on relations with others.A prisoner who’s kept in isolation, who’s prevented from working &c., would in the long run, especially if this were to last too long, suffer the consequences just as surely as one who went hungry for too long. Like everyone else, I have need of relationships of friendship or affection or trusting companionship, and am not like a street pump or lamp-post, whether of stone or iron, so that I can’t do without them without perceiving an emptiness and feeling their lack, like any other generally civilized and highly respectable man — and I tell you these things to let you know what a salutary effect your visit had on me.à Dieu, ontvang in gedachten een handdruk en geloof mij Yours truly VincentVincent to Theo van Gogh. Cuesmes, between about Monday, 11 and Thursday, 14 August 1879.Image : Cuesmes – panoramic view of the village