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Vincent Van Gogh – Passion for Life drawn 28 April 2013

Insane or Wired or Brlliant?

Brilliant Plath disappeared in her Bell Jar
Intense Vincent Van Gogh was labelled insane
And when he cut off his ear they cried he had gone too far
They cut poor Frances Farmers emotion out of her brain
And made her placid benign boring and dull
Angelina was considered already dead
Vulnerable girl interrupted accused of a lull
Her hurt was cold but her blood was red.

Insanity was thrown in my face at 17
When the high school boys shouted
My favourite artist Van Gogh was insane…
‘He is not’…I found my voice
‘He is sensitive, passionate, intense,
misunderstood…and Don Mclean had
it right on that Starry Starry Night
He took his life as Lovers often do…
I could have told you Vincent this world
Was never meant for one as
Beautiful as you.

Ah the eternal debate…
There is a fine line between
genius and insanity…they say
and how closely do we step the tight rope
With so much mental illness today
Exposed…Depression, Anxiety,
Bi-polar…Obsessive Compulsive
Disorder…A mental health professional
recently advised that 9 out of 10 have
a mental health issue.
Are so few exempt…are these figures really true?

With so much stimulation in the media, mobile, data
Sensory overload with iPods linked to our brain
Texting 24/7 with our mobiles we sleep instead of our lovers
Is the cyborg fantasy becoming a reality…?
in this wired generation?
Constantly on…we must be or we miss out…
We become fed by instant gratification
and stimulated by virtual admiration.
Addiction to this constant contact means that our
heads are overloaded with stimulus but
not given as much time to reflect, to think, to feel.

We are becoming overdeveloped in responding to stimulus
and underdeveloped in knowing our own heart.
Strangers and outcast to our own feelings
Dependent on the hit and the high of the new
and losing sight of the bravery of the subtle and simple.
Craving perfection and the eradication of foibles
we photoshop out our character lines and faults
so that we fit into some kind of ideal of the neo post notion of beauty.

Are not faults far more defining then some sanitised notion of perfection?
Are not our faults the real indicators of our individuality?
Is not our vulnerability a sign of our sanity?
Does not our sensitivity reveal that we still belong to humanity?
Taking time to celebrate and know the individual in their idiosyncrasies
Surely this is worth the effort rather then striving for some standard of
fantasy that can never be translated?

I shudder when I think where we are headed
Man machine…woman machine…cyborgs half man half machine
I pray that disposable people, relationships that end with a click
of the key and people racing to rejection will never be the accepted.
And that the human mind, heart and soul will pause…think and
move the emotional muscle so that sensitivity can still survive
and link us together through heart and mind
right through to the end of time.

So Vincent, Sylvia, Frances, Angelina and Girl Interrupted
Insanity does not seem to be able to define,
What really was going on in your mind,
As far as I can tell…you all could see, think and feel,
Oh that you suffered and were misunderstood
This cannot be denied but you were
real raw and achingly human in your pain
and there was no question of your humanity
Even if there was and still is a question over your sanity.

To me you were brilliant, free, sensitive and intense
And by all indicators ahead of your time.
And I bow to your courage
to follow your own voice and live the
passion that was raw in your heart…
To me it is as if you just knew right from the start.

© Anthea Slade 2009

Creating art and writing is like breathing to me, it keeps me alive. If I stop creating my world shrinks and contracts. When I start to create again it expands and is filled with colour. I feel whole. To create is to be completely, unabashedly alive.

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  • paulramnora
    paulramnoraover 1 year ago

    A very highly interesting series…; and, the way you draw/paint it using apparently digital drawing methods…and, your own line/drawing style/unique colouring/design makes it really quite fascinating to watch. ;-)

  • Renate  Dartois
    Renate Dartoisover 1 year ago

    fabulous drawing my friend…..

  • WhiteDove Studio kj gordon
    WhiteDove Stud...over 1 year ago

    Really liking these in this series…..aloha

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindover 1 year ago

    Beautiful portrait my friend! xoxoxoxoxo

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladeover 1 year ago

    Insane or Wired or Brlliant?

    Brilliant Plath disappeared in her Bell Jar
    Intense Vincent Van Gogh was labelled insane
    And when he cut off his ear they cried he had gone too far
    They cut poor Frances Farmers emotion out of her brain
    And made her placid benign boring and dull
    Angelina was considered already dead
    Vulnerable girl interrupted accused of a lull
    Her hurt was cold but her blood was red.

    Insanity was thrown in my face at 17
    When the high school boys shouted
    My favourite artist Van Gogh was insane…
    ‘He is not’…I found my voice
    ‘He is sensitive, passionate, intense,
    misunderstood…and Don Mclean had
    it right on that Starry Starry Night
    He took his life as Lovers often do…
    I could have told you Vincent this world
    Was never meant for one as
    Beautiful as you.

    Ah the eternal debate…
    There is a fine line between
    genius and insanity…they say
    and how closely do we step the tight rope
    With so much mental illness today
    Exposed…Depression, Anxiety,
    Bi-polar…Obsessive Compulsive
    Disorder…A mental health professional
    recently advised that 9 out of 10 have
    a mental health issue.
    Are so few exempt…are these figures really true?

    With so much stimulation in the media, mobile, data
    Sensory overload with iPods linked to our brain
    Texting 24/7 with our mobiles we sleep instead of our lovers
    Is the cyborg fantasy becoming a reality…?
    in this wired generation?
    Constantly on…we must be or we miss out…
    We become fed by instant gratification
    and stimulated by virtual admiration.
    Addiction to this constant contact means that our
    heads are overloaded with stimulus but
    not given as much time to reflect, to think, to feel.

    We are becoming overdeveloped in responding to stimulus
    and underdeveloped in knowing our own heart.
    Strangers and outcast to our own feelings
    Dependent on the hit and the high of the new
    and losing sight of the bravery of the subtle and simple.
    Craving perfection and the eradication of foibles
    we photoshop out our character lines and faults
    so that we fit into some kind of ideal of the neo post notion of beauty.

    Are not faults far more defining then some sanitised notion of perfection?
    Are not our faults the real indicators of our individuality?
    Is not our vulnerability a sign of our sanity?
    Does not our sensitivity reveal that we still belong to humanity?
    Taking time to celebrate and know the individual in their idiosyncrasies
    Surely this is worth the effort rather then striving for some standard of
    fantasy that can never be translated?

    I shudder when I think where we are headed
    Man machine…woman machine…cyborgs half man half machine
    I pray that disposable people, relationships that end with a click
    of the key and people racing to rejection will never be the accepted.
    And that the human mind, heart and soul will pause…think and
    move the emotional muscle so that sensitivity can still survive
    and link us together through heart and mind
    right through to the end of time.

    So Vincent, Sylvia, Frances, Angelina and Girl Interrupted
    Insanity does not seem to be able to define,
    What really was going on in your mind,
    As far as I can tell…you all could see, think and feel,
    Oh that you suffered and were misunderstood
    This cannot be denied but you were
    real raw and achingly human in your pain
    and there was no question of your humanity
    Even if there was and still is a question over your sanity.

    To me you were brilliant, free, sensitive and intense
    And by all indicators ahead of your time.
    And I bow to your courage
    to follow your own voice and live the
    passion that was raw in your heart…
    To me it is as if you just knew right from the start.

    © Anthea Slade 2009
  • SteveD49
    SteveD49over 1 year ago

    So, so cool this is Anthea.

  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    first of all that art rocks. it also looks like Graham Povey here. :))) beautiful sensitve portrait.
    The writing rocks. i so agree . . . this is so much of why my work is calm and mediative as a counterbalance to this crazy world. wonderful piece with a great message. x

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 1 year ago

    Indeed!!!! you couldn’t have done it better."..is fantastic the power and personality of this portrait, and the tremendous vitality that it contains. It it like. “New Years Eve” festival….with paper serpentines and crackers for the Soul. Love it.
    Rosa

  • Randy Sprout
    Randy Sproutover 1 year ago

    CONGRATULATIONS! Your very creative work has just been featured in:

  • Randy thank you for featuring Vincent Van Gogh – Passion for Life in Avant-Garde Art on 29 April 2013.

    – Anthea Slade

  • CanyonWind
    CanyonWindover 1 year ago

  • CanyonWind thank you for featuring Vincent Van Gogh – Passion for Life in The World As We See It, or as we missed it on 29 April 2013.

    – Anthea Slade

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