What would VG have thot…
I was afraid that my daughter Laura would go full Van Gogh for our (her, my other daughter Jennifer and me) visit to the Van Gogh “Immersive” thing. But she only wore the tights (not shown). (Not readily visible: ear bandage.)
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I wore a purple mask. Jennifer went in civvies.
The Immersive was fun. We were a little concerned when we entered the first room – just a bunch of quotes against background of brush-strokes. But then there was a dramatic doorway with, yes, illuminated paintings flowing over it and the wall and (very trippy) the floor…
In the large room beyond (in an agricultural exhibition building – essentially a classy barn) the paintings, always moving, were projected onto the walls, columns and floor. Kinda gimmicky, but still cool. (Are things “cool” any more?)
The portraits – thru some technical magic it seemed as if they winked at us.
The flower pictures were wonderful. Some of the gloomy works were…gloomy. The skull was a surprise – hadn’t known that painting.
Climax, of course, was Starry Night, with twinkling stars.
People appeared to be enthralled. One person was moved to a series of gymnastics (or maybe just inspecting the paintings from another angle.
Bought a sunflower pillow in the gift shop.
We drove home just ahead of another snow dump. Next morning a foot or so or snow in that town (and a fair amount in our own). (No VG paintings with snow were included.)
03/03/2023 @ 9:42 am
Very little is known about his right ear.
03/03/2023 @ 10:59 pm
I missed my chance to see the immersive exhibit. I forget why we took a pass. I content myself with my recollections of the Van Gogh Retrospective at the Guggenheim way back in the sixties or seventies. I’m not even sure it was the Gugg, but I remember every painting in the exhibit. Not that senile yet.
03/04/2023 @ 12:56 pm
03/05/2023 @ 11:17 am
Myriad!
I skipped the immersion Van Gogh when it came to town, yet appreciate that it makes his work more available to everyone. Art provides a lovely respite when the world is dark, gritty, and immersed in climate disaster.
The VG skull is one of my five favorite paintings. It’s on the cover of one of David Sedaris’s books– I forget title–the one about him quitting smoking. Also, if you’re ever rambling around Paris again, VG lived for two years at No.5 Rue Lepic in Montmartre, the house with the cobalt blue door. I walked by it every day for almost three months, and each time, stopped to rest my palm on it.
Good to see you, and that you’re being silly and having fun. If Trump gets elected in 2024, may I come live in your garden shed?
03/05/2023 @ 8:39 pm
Everyone’s welcome to my garden shed. Will get handyman to build an extension. (He’s currently working on enclosing my deck, but should be free soon.)
03/12/2023 @ 12:50 pm
I still say cool.
I’ve been to one immersive exhibit, the impressionists. Not Van Gogh, unfortunately. Mine was at the Biltmore Estate in North Carolina
03/16/2023 @ 7:25 pm
Love your daughter’s hand-painted Van Gogh face! That must’ve taken awhile…
And the frame hung askew. Perfect.
Nice to see you ~ glad you had a good time and got home before another snow dump. And you thought moving west (ages ago now!) would be less snow (if I remember correctly).
Been a very wintery winter here in southern Oregon, too. With the prolonged drought, very glad for it.
05/02/2023 @ 7:39 pm
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