Here is a second post! Isn’t Van Gogh inspiring?
I’ve always found high contrasts visually stunning, and Van Gogh was a master of high-contrast artwork. When I see a painting like this, it is hard for me not to stare into it and lose myself, almost like my brain is overloading. I’ve only just discovered this painting, which is my new favorite Van Gogh – look at the ripples in the water with the muddy reflections. He’s known for a loose style with large brushstrokes, but here, he reserves those painterly strokes for the water, with crisp, bold lines on the bridge. I want to ride that boat beneath that bridge.
Sometimes I wonder if high contrasts define my life. I love the sound of rain drops, the sharp sound interspersed with silence. My favorite textures are velour or corduroy, or wet stones on the shore. My favorite foods involve intense, sometimes-conflicting flavors, the spicy, sweet, or bitter flavors of vegetables and peppers, salt and cilantro.
Perhaps these dichotomies transfer over into my writing as well. Maybe I focus on the bittersweet, the dark, or the joyous because I crave that feeling of a sudden change in emotion – the pit in your stomach, the tears welling behind the eyelids, or the gentle satisfaction of a difficult goal finally reached.
What do you think?