Growing into Truth

There is a running joke I have with my husband. Whenever we do something that is completely predictable, or on brand behaviour for someone we know well, we say with affectionate humour “Classic Peg!” (It’s a SNL skit that we’ve adopted). I get a ‘Classic Jo’ every time I forget to set a timer and end up burning food. There are some things I still do, even though past experience or sheer logic would teach me to change my ways. While it’s good to be able to laugh at oneself with someone who knows and loves you well, there are some things I do which are ‘Classic Jo!’, which I really do want to change. Personal makeovers are most certainly a long game, but effort alone isn’t the solution, there are some things that can only be changed by God, his truth and in his good time. When I was younger I erroneously thought I would have worked through all my issues and learned all I needed to know to do life well come middle age, but growing older has only meant encountering a whole new set of situ

Van Gogh Inspires

 I have long admired the work of Vincent Van Gogh; his use of colour and texture has always given me pleasure and his subject matter has been of an engaging nature. However, it wasn’t until I saw his work in the flesh (so to speak) that my appreciation and love of him grew. I can recall quite vividly the first time I stumbled upon one of his most famous paintings. Up until that point, my exposure to art had been 6 years of study at school and a board game called ‘Masterpiece’ (which was a family favourite we often played on holidays). At school, I’d had the privilege of seeing exhibitions of Henri Matisse and Pablo Picasso, both of which I enjoyed, but never Van Gogh. It was not until the first year of living in London with my family, that I unexpectedly came to behold his ‘Sunflowers’. I had been through several rooms of the gallery, when I realised that there was a growing number of paintings I recognised from the well-worn board game I had played many years previous. A growing sense of excitement and anticipation rose within me. I had just spotted Renoir’s ‘The Umbrellas’ (another favourite); confirming an emerging theory that every painting in the board game was there in the gallery. One room later…tucked in the corner… much smaller than I imagined, but oh so much better… there it hung, next to another of his famous works ‘Van Gogh’s Chair’. Postcards and prints can never do justice to the vibrancy and impact of his work. It was on this day, I fell in love with Van Gogh. I happily returned many times to view this painting, but  wished I could see more.

So it was very pleasing to find that this years Winter Exhibition at the NGV was Van Gogh’s Seasons; a priority for any fan. Yesterday, I had the treat of going to view it with my husband (another art appreciator). He told me that the best way to really appreciate art was to go around with an audio guide (a practice I had never really thought much of, feeling like technology hampered the experience, rather than enhance it). However, when I noticed that the audio guide  was narrated David Strachen and the voice of Van Gogh was read by David Wenham, I conceded. How glad I was that he convinced me; I am an audio guide convert. 

The first room we entered, was set up like a theatre, and showing on a large screen was a 9 minute movie, setting the scene for who Van Gogh was, his journey to becoming an artist and what inspired him most…the changing seasons in nature. It was an excellent way to begin the journey of what was to be a fascinating, surprising, intimate and sorrowful insight into his life. 

The exhibition began with a collection of work that Van Gogh had put into a scrapbook, that was a source of inspiration to him. It then moved into a room entitled ‘Autumn’, a season he declared to be his favourite. In this room it showed a real progression of his works and ideas; centring around this season.

The next room was ‘Winter’, and here his work displayed the inner conflict he had with not only himself, but his family and with the growing divide between his interest in tonal, depressing colours and subject matter, and the reality that a paying client was more interested in light and colour. It was in this room, that the audio guide was most helpful; giving insight to personal experiences that drove Van Gogh to change the way he painted. Something of which I had no knowledge of.

Following Winter, was ‘Spring’, and the art work birthed from this period mirrored his “new birth” as an artist fascinated with colour and texture. Throwing off the constraints of conventional artistic discipline, he played with new brushstrokes and colour combinations; of which he is most recognised for now. 

The final room was ‘Summer’, and here it displayed a glimpse into the brilliance of his unique talent. While he was prolific in his output of wonderful paintings, sadly his life was cut short in the height of his career; his battle with mental illness being the cause.
The final painting was a self-portrait accompanied with a quote, “It requires a certain dose of inspiration, a ray from on high which doesn’t belong to us, to do such beautiful things.” A lovely way to bring closure to such an inspiring exhibition. 

Not only did I find pleasure in what I saw and learned of Van Gogh and his work, I was also inspired personally. While he was a gifted artist, his process (perfecting and honing his skill) took many years. There were times when he had to adapt, to be open to others suggestions and be willing to put in many hours with little reward or recognition. I see myself on a creative journey also. While I am under no illusion of being brilliant, or even mildly talented, I have a growing view of myself as a writer; but at present a little discouraged and very unsure of how to progress. As this thought begins to take shape and grow roots, I am encouraged by the stories of other creatives whose lives reflect a journey of trial and error; discouragement and success. More importantly though, it is the hand of God upon this journey, that gives me hope. In his quote, Van Gogh acknowledges a source of light outside of oneself, playing a vital role in creating beauty. I believe the ‘ray from on high’ is the Creator God. Not only does he bestow the gift of creativity upon us, as we are made in his image, he enables us to grow and become who he intended us to be from the beginning.

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