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【名画欣赏】 Starry Night - Van Gogh\'s Transcendent Vision

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Van Gogh's Transcendent Vision
By MARY TOMPKINS LEWIS

Painted in a small cell in an asylum in Saint-Remy-de-Provence, Vincent Van Gogh's magisterial "Starry Night" (1889) is perhaps the most celebrated of the many paintings that chart his compressed and compelling career. The hospital of St. Paul-de-Mausole, at one time a medieval French monastery, offered the Dutch artist a refuge after the crushing disappointments of bleak months spent in nearby
Arles. Van Gogh (1853-1890) had been abandoned in Arles
by his fellow painter, Paul Gauguin. His ambition of founding a studio in the South of France had collapsed, and with it his dream of a utopian brotherhood of modern painters who shared his belief that art could offer an embodiment of hope amid the drudgeries of modern life.



The intensity of Van Gogh's messianic vision, and the restorative powers he sought, and found, in his painting, underlie the deeply expressive character of many of his late works, especially "Starry Night."

Van Gogh once described the hushed hours of the night as being "more alive and richly colored than the day," and he resolved early on to use vibrant color to capture the depth and stilled poetry of its darkness. A tradition of twilight and nocturnal scenes, well established in 17th-century Netherlandish art, had inspired such dark, earlier Dutch masterpieces as his "Potatoes Eaters," and it resonated as well in the brilliant, gas-lit cafes and moon-lit city streets Van Gogh painted in France. Likewise, the scale and format of many Baroque Northern landscapes -- in which expansive, panoramic skies dwarf the human subject and imbue nature with a profound spiritual significance -- provided a vision of landscape he carried with him to Provence. And in the image of a sweeping, illuminated night sky unleashed across a narrow band of shaded ground, a subject that reaches its plentitude at St.-Remy, Van Gogh created not only a composite memory of his artistic heritage but his own evocation of an "exalting and consoling nature," as he described it, that transcended it as well.

From the barred window of his makeshift studio, Van Gogh had no view of the landscape surrounding the asylum. Uncharacteristically, he summoned his imagination instead, painting an ecstatic vision of the village under a fulgent canopy of stars and a crescent moon. A deep blue backdrop of mountains rises to an undulating crest at right, gathering momentum from the repeated, curved strokes of the painter's brush that measure the tsunami-like swells. These mountains bear little relation to the stony range of the Alpilles that stretched behind St.-Remy, one that Van Gogh had captured in plein air in other views. Nestled at the mountains' base in the painting are tight coils of a paler greenish-blue, which depict an orchard illuminated by the night sky, and these give way to the cadenced geometry of the village. There, with short horizontal and diagonal touches of paint, he traces its solid, rustic forms and tiled roofs, securing them to the writhing landscape with heavy black outlines and tiny squares of yellow light that shine from its windows. Only the graceful, elongated spire of the church at center, more Dutch than Provençal in its profile, breaks with the rugged, foursquare order of the village to cross the distant horizon.

Nature, too, has a transcendent moment within this intense canvas. Van Gogh had often marveled at the "somber and funereal" beauty of the cypress trees that dotted the southern French landscape, and likened their soaring proportions to that of an Egyptian obelisk. And in his "Starry Night" the flame-like contours of a cypress ascend to meet the radiant night sky, mirroring, but in the far more powerful and dynamic forms of nature, the vertical lines of the diminutive church. The deep, bottle-green hue of the tree, achieved with added strokes of brown and midnight blue, and its placement in a foreground that drops precipitously from view give it enormous pictorial presence and meaning. The cypress, a traditional symbol of eternity, and here functioning as both symbol and prophetic form, bars our entrance at left to the landscape, thus drawing us upward to the flattened, frieze-like expanse of the heavens.

Little in his painting, however, prepares us for the fervor of Van Gogh's nocturnal vision as it is unfurled across his swirling, astral sky. With heavily impastoed, rhythmic strokes of citron yellow, a range of opaque blues and a roiling composition of haloed stars, spiraling nebulae and a moon encircled by light, the painter gives emphatic, tactile form to his steadfast belief in a pantheistic nature. A horizontal cascade of silvery-blue light stretches across the far-off mountaintops -- perhaps an image of the Milky Way, perhaps the dawning light of morning, perhaps the path of stars streaking beyond the limits of his canvas and our view -- and it too is painted with palpable conviction. Exultant in itself and in stark contrast to the scale and quietude of the village, Van Gogh's animated constellation finds reflection in the tiny flickers of incandescendent light that emanate from the village windows, humble human reflections of nature's incalculable magnificence but also proof of man's place, and reason for hope, within a cosmic continuum.

In an age of widespread religious doubt, when many painters framed their art in terms of secular truths grounded in a material, visual reality, Van Gogh's discovery of the eternal in nature, and his emphatic transcription of that vision into the tangible forms of his profoundly moving landscape, was in itself a beacon of hope for modern painters.

 

Ms. Lewis, who writes often about Impressionism, teaches art history at Trinity College.


 

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jerryus 回复 悄悄话 是,你说的很对,真品starry night 那些星星的效果确实是很大,特别炫目,而且色彩的搭配非常非常的奇妙,有一种立体活动的激情。。。呵呵,但是,真品的starry night over the rhone 的天空也有同样的星星只不过是比较小点,不知道效果是不是一样,如果一样的话应该那幅画会很有震撼力的。。。呵呵。。找个机会去看不知道在哪里展出,可遇不可求啊。。。
谢谢你的kindness,你的博客有好多幅画都是我的favorite,哇,你也喜欢康定斯基啊,有空会来看的。。。呵呵。。。
edrifter 回复 悄悄话 回复jerryus的评论:

很久不见, 问好!

照片肯定是不能与真品比,甚至同样尺寸的临摹对于有艺术鉴赏力人来说也是不可同日而语的。Starry Night over The Rhone,我喜欢它的宁静,和谐,但缺少 Starry Night 里激昂的张力和流动的情绪。我不懂艺术, 只是乱讲。 :-)

谢谢!常来, 大家多交流。
jerryus 回复 悄悄话 那次有幸看到真品,照片实在只能描绘出这幅画神韵的十分之一都不到呢。。我更喜欢starry night over the rhone,不知道真品又会是多么的震撼。。。神往
edrifter 回复 悄悄话 Melly, 苏乡:

谢谢你们的分享!这几天只顾看大选了,都把博客给忘了。:-)

祝好!

苏乡门地 回复 悄悄话 后印象主义,主观的理解就是介于印象主义和抽象主义之间。 梵高塞尚高冈这三位后印象主义大师的人物,景物作品均看过一些,他们各自作品在色彩上的浓烈,新异和超前是极其难忘和空前绝后的,尽管画者自身都其貌不扬,且性格孤僻。

他们的作品,我偏爱自然景物和静物。 人物画,有感觉的不太多 :))
melly 回复 悄悄话 I NEED TO READ OR LISTEN TO SOME INTERPRETIONS IN ORDER TO UNDERSTND PAINTINGS AS MY EYES ARE SO UNEXPERIENCED. YOUR POST REMINDS ME OF MY VISITING OF MONET'S WORKS. WITH AUDIO INTRODUCTION OF THE BACKGROUND OF EACH COMPOSITE, I ENJOYED MORE THAN I EXPECTED.

THANKS FOR POSTING THE PAINTING AND THE SONG. ICING ON THE CAKE OF MY WEEKEND. :)))

HAVE FUN.
edrifter 回复 悄悄话 Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
Song by Don McLean
Performed by Josh Groban

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkeness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starrry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing bue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took you life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will..........

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