Potato eater

Winter 165438+ October, it's time to go. There is no point in staying in Nanjing. I painted everything about peasant life, and I learned everything I need to know. Surrounded by a new round of hostility in the village, he felt that he could not stay any longer. Obviously, it's time for him to leave here. But where is he going?

"mr van gogh," Andre said sadly, knocking at his door, "Father Pavel said you must leave this house at once and go to another place to lodge."

"Very well, I will do it."

He walked around the studio, looking at his work. Two years of hard work! Hundreds of exercises! Among them are weavers and their wives, looms, farmers in the fields, pruned trees at the end of the pastor's garden and the spire of the old church, the scene of Shimokoji and trees in the hot sun and another scene in the cold twilight in winter. He suddenly felt a heavy heart. All his works are so incomplete. Although all aspects of rural life in brabant are shown in these works, they are all fragmentary. None of them is a summary of farmers' life, and none of them captures the spirit of farmers living in huts and cooking potatoes. Which is the Late Bell he painted for the farmers in brabant? How could he leave before painting such a work?

He glanced at the calendar. There are still 12 days from the first of next month. He stopped Andre: "Please tell Father Folsz that my rent has been paid until the first of next month, and I won't leave before that."

He packed up his easel, paints, canvases and brushes, and then strode to Degroot's hut. Nobody's home. He began to draw pencil sketches in the room. He tore up the paper when the family came back from the field. The Degroot family sat down to eat their boiled potatoes, black coffee and bacon. After Vintcent prepared the canvas, he buried himself in painting until the family went to bed to collect pens. He went back to the studio and continued painting all night. During the day, he slept. When he woke up, he burned his oil painting in a rage because he was not satisfied, and then he left for Degroot's home. The Degroot family took their seats at the table in turn according to their previous habits. Vintcent hopes that this painting can show how these people who eat potatoes under the light used to reach out to the plate to dig the ground. He hopes this painting can show how these manual workers earn their own food honestly. The desperate and absorbed style he developed when painting on weekdays benefited him a lot and made him work with amazing speed and energy. He can write freely without thinking about what he is drawing. Because he painted hundreds of pictures about farmers, farmhouses and families eating potatoes.

"Father Paphos came today." Sting's mother said.

"What is he doing here?" Vincent asked.

"He said he would give us money if we didn't let you smoke."

"What did you say to him?"

"We say you are our friend."

"He has been to every house nearby," Sting interjected, "but they said they would rather let you earn only a penny from painting than accept his charity." The next morning, he destroyed his painting again. A feeling of half anger and half weakness tugged at his heart. He only has 10 days left. He must leave Nongnan, and this place is becoming more and more unbearable. But he must keep his promise and draw works like Miller before he leaves.

He goes to Degroux's home every night. He worked there until his family was too sleepy to sit still. Every night, he makes new attempts in color matching, light and shade adjustment and proportion adjustment. However, the next day, he found that his goal had not been achieved and his work was still not perfect.

The last day of this month has arrived. Vintcent's emotions are crazy. He works day and night these days and often doesn't even eat. He lives by spiritual strength. The more times he failed, the more excited he became. Degroot was waiting when his family came back from the field. The easel has been set up, the paint has been adjusted, and the canvas has been nailed to the frame. This is his last chance. He will leave brabant for good tomorrow morning. He worked for several hours. Degroot's family understood him, so they stayed at the dinner table and whispered the jargon of farm work. Vincent doesn't know what he is drawing. He scribbled in a hurry, and what he wanted to describe appeared on the canvas without care. At 10, Degroot's family was fast asleep, and Vincent had exhausted his energy. He did his best for this painting. So he put away his painting tools, kissed Steen and said goodbye to her family. He trudged home in the dark night. In the studio, he put the oil painting on the chair, lit his pipe and stood there staring at his work. The whole thing is wrong. What it lacks, the inner spirit, is not on it. Ah, he failed again. Two years of hard work in brabant went down the drain.

After smoking all the cigarette residue in his pipe, he began to tidy up his things. He put the exercises on the wall and in the cupboard into a big box, then leaned back on the sofa and began to stay.

I don't know how long it took. He got up from the sofa, tore off the canvas on the picture frame and threw it in the corner, and put on a new canvas. He opened the paint and sat down to work. At first, a man tried to imitate nature, but the result was in vain. Everything he drew was wrong. Later, he calmed down and made creative paintings with his own palette. Naturally, he obeyed and appeared on the canvas with a brush.

People think I have the wrong date, but I remember it.

As Peterson warned him in Brussels, he was too close to the model to grasp the perspective scale. He always paints according to nature, and now he expresses his personality by depicting nature.

He painted the whole picture with the color of fresh potatoes stained with dust and peeled. There are dirty linen tablecloths and blackened walls on the painting. The chandelier hung from the rough purlin. Steen cooks potatoes for his father, his mother pours coffee, and his brother holds the cup to his mouth. On all their faces, there is a resigned expression. The sun rose, and a ray of sunlight shone into the window of the storage room. Vincent stood up from his chair, and he felt completely calm. 12 days of excitement and excitement have disappeared. He stared at his work. He smiled. This is his own "late clock"! He finally drew it. Finally, he captured the eternal meaning in the disappearing things. In his works, farmers in brabant have gained immortal life since then.

Vintcent drew an egg white on the painting. He picked up the box containing the painting and went to the priest's house. He deposited the box with his mother and said goodbye to her. Then he returned to the studio, inscribed the words "potato eater" on his oil painting, put some of his best works together with this painting, and took them on a journey to Paris.