Who is Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Willem van Gogh (Dutch: [ˈvɪnsɛnt ˈʋɪləɱ vɑŋ ˈɣɔx] (listen); 30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter who posthumously became one of the most famous and influential figures in Western art history. In a decade, he created about 2,100 artworks, including around 860 oil paintings, most of which date from the last two years of his life. They include landscapes, still lifes, portraits, and self-portraits, and are characterised by bold colours and dramatic, impulsive and expressive brushwork that contributed to the foundations of modern art. He was not commercially successful and, struggling with severe depression and poverty, committed suicide at the age of 37.

Van Gogh was born into an upper-middle-class family. As a child he was seri...
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Sun_usind: that vincent van gogh background is absolutely mesmerizing. the swirls and concentric contours are a treat and i want to say that vincent was influenced by astronomy and the fabric of space and time. lovely! nice message too!
Arewaapostate: this absinthe is the real deal. rumor has it that it was what vincent van gogh drank when he cut his ear off.
Funghigallery: 4/ vincent van gogh too explored dreams in his work a lot. his painting "starry night" is often interpreted as a representation of the artist's dreams and his emotional state.
Catalina_dragne: "grat things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together." vincent van gogh artwork inspired by van gogh
Paul_court: vincent van gogh b. 1853.03.30 favourite work? please rt
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