
The life and death of Vincent van Gogh, part 2
July 29, 2012 4:00 PM
New revelations about Vincent van Gogh's death suggest that the troubled Dutch painter may not have killed himself after all. Morley Safer reports.
The Life and Death of Vincent van Gogh
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Vincent did not shoot himself in the wheat fields where it's said he did. The bullet did not enter his chest but entered his belly, and being a small caliber, remained there. After a while when he knew he wasn't going to die, got up out of the pile of farm animal dung he wanted to be found in if he happen to died. This is where he shot himself at, which happened to be in the coral of a farm, just as was stated by someone who knew the true and honest story.
Madame Liberge had heard her father talk about Vincent's dungicide in these terms: " I don't Know why people don't tell the true story. It was not over there , by the cemetery, that poor fellow put a bullet in his chest. He left the Ravoux' inn in the other direction of the hamlet of Chaponval. At the rue Boucher he entered a small farmyard. there he hid behind the dunghill. then he committed the act that led to his death later."
Madame Liberge added: " These were my father's very words. Why should he have wanted to invent such an absurd story and falsify history? Anyone who knew my father could tell you that he was always to be trusted, and for what he said."
Now, if this incident of Vincent shooting himself were to have left him lying dead, the gun and Vincent would have been found exactly where this had occurred. There would be no problem with it authenticity of this so-called story.
As everyone knows, who reads about this incident, they know the firearm was never recovered. That is because when he didn't die, Vincent stuffed the gun into that pile of dung just as far as his arm would let him.
Vincent never told anyone where or what happened to the gun, only that he could not remember what he had done with it. The gun was never retrieved,... for who in their right mind would want to dig around where it would be assumed one would have to look for the small caliber gun.
As far as shooting himself in that pile of animal dung, I'm sure it is not all that difficult for any one figuring this out yourselves why. Vincent was being abandoned by his brother Theo, who supposedly never sold a thing, and was now planning on cutting off his so-called support, of Vincent. It was just too much for him to bear. Vincent had sent Theo most all his great masterful works of art, not for the measly support, but for Theo to sell as the art dealer that he was supposed to be.
The main reason for this act of shooting himself I believe was more than likely due to the works of art that Vincent may have found missing,.... This was when he went back to Paris for a weeks stay, and was only there for the Saturday before the Sunday of him leaving the planned seven day visit. Who knows what the reasons were for sure that Theo had come up with for the missing works of art.
Vincent while sitting through church service with his brother and his wife Johanna on that Sunday morning made a drawing in one of the Church hymnal books, while thinking about everything,... and about smoking his pipe. After Vincent going outside to smoke,.... that is when he decided also to take a hike. He walk all the way back to the village of Auvers in the French countryside he loved without letting his Brother Theo or anyone know he was leaving Paris.
If there is any of you who really care look at to see this drawing I mentioned, it is on page 130 & 131 of the National Geographic VOL. 192 NO. 4 OCTOBER 1997 in the Vincent van Gogh article beginning on 100 to 131. It is titled at the top op the page of the sketch, "First Look At Van Gogh Sketches". For the ones who care to try and see Vincent smoking his pipe just hold it away from you as far as you can and screw you eye-lids down until you see him.
Cheers!
vanrijngo
check out the supernatural tale "VINCENT'S GHOST AND ME" on youtube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sU40quiHvE8
"There has been a lot of discussion this week about a mentally unhinged genius with flaming orangey-red hair who pours his creative energy, phenomenal skills and precise artistry into a body of work that stuns the world.
Like many of you, my news feed has been filled with the unfolding facts and the public's shocked reactions to the horrifying massacre in Aurora, Colorado. There was much discussion about what a gifted student this young man was, and what promise he had shown as a middle class boy from a good family who had been born with incredible intelligence and every advantage in achieving his full potential.
I knew that I had heard all of this somewhere before. In "Van Gogh, The Life", the authors describe an individual of striking similarity."
He was a failure at his work, he could not get any traction on his adult life, he remained dependent upon his family financially, he was living a secretive life far from home, no girl would give him the time of day...
What made Vincent, the original red headed stranger, transfigure our world through his visual imagery, instead of disfiguring all of us through blood and gore and sorrow? Why did Vincent turn his physical struggle inward and against himself by slicing his ear, while the awful boy in Aurora felt compelled, instead, to metasticize his anguish like a cancer?
I am grateful that when Vincent came to the fork in his road, that he was able to take a path toward beauty, light, hope and salvation. I am grateful for the uncredited people in his life who helped him, or were friendly to him, or who at least did not go out of their way to be ******** to him. I am grateful that when he felt bad, he fixed it by letting the art come out of him. I am grateful that it was easier for him to destroy his own ear than to destroy his paintings.
In one of his letters, Vincent said "for what is wrought in sorrow, lives for all time."
The victims of the Aurora shootings should never be forgotten, and they never will be forgotten by the families and friends who care about them. But their names, we all know, will eventually become eclipsed by the name of place where they bled to death, or by the name of the shooter who forced our attention.
Vincent knew that the art he made was his path to sanity and salvation. Instinctively, viscerally, and physically, Vincent knew that it was his art that gave him the only real voice that he had. It was the art that held the demons at bay.
I honestly don't believe that Vincent Van Gogh was capable of destroying himself, because in doing so, he knew he would be destroying the being, the spirit, the man who made the paintings. I think the boys shot him and he just let go...
Catherine Hicks
The Vincent Project
http://thevincentproject.blogspot.com
- by JosephHughJohnson July 29, 2012 8:03 PM EDT
- Wonderful Van Gogh story, but please step out of the paintings, Maury.
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