Couldn't sleep this morning, so got up at 5:30. Headed for the coffee pot and nuked left-over coffee from yesterday. For some reason, the colors on my Chromebook were all screwed up, and have no idea how that happened. Went into settings and deleted quite a few third-party cookies, thinking that may be the problem. Still didn't help. Then I went into Accessability and changed the color inversion. Voila!
Gave the boyfriend a haircut yesterday and put together a floral arrangement for our unit alcove. We toyed with the idea of going out for a fish fry supper, but then decided to have our own happy hour and eat leftovers. Nothing goes to waste at our house!
Got a text that we're having an overnight guest Sunday. Yuppers, little Buffy Boo is arriving at 9 a.m. and staying till Monday sometime. Boy, that made my day and the whole weekend. This week the little monkey had "the" surgery, so she'll get even more special attention, if that's possible.
Sat outside on the deck for a while yesterday afternoon, but was nippy. Am reading a book about Vincent Van Gogh, still feeding my brain the details of the artist's life. One thing for sure, I'm learning just how little we know about anyone. We think we know people, but we really don't. Until one really digs down deep and retrieves the facts, all else is mere assumption and speculation. Just imagine how much of that is going on in our world today. Guess it's a human thing.
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| Landscape with Snow - 1888 |
This painting concentrates on the terrain between where he is standing and the red-roofed cottage in the distance. Note the black-hatted man and his companion walking along the path.
This painting is a myriad of brush strokes in all directions. This is the first of his works that I've seen where he painted a snowy landscape. I personally love it. The original is housed in the Guggenheim Museum in New York.
Love this picture as well…aside from the snow-capped mountains, I could be walking in the fields at home…am excited that you are reading about his life and how it impacts your interpretation of his works…M
ReplyDeleteVincent wrote and wrote. Where did he find time to paint and write? He accomplished more in his short 37 years than most people would in multiple lifetimes.
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