
The diaries and letters that we studied this semester was rather intriguing. It's really facinating to read people's letters actually, whether they are for illegal reasons or just academically, reading the letters of Keats made me see who he was, and well, how romantic he was. Though at first I was taken aback knowing that we could actually read and study the personal letters of the deceased writer. People even publish it worldwide, I wonder if I was the writer, I would let people to read my letters! Hello! It's mine and it is personal.Keats's letters dont exactly sound like a real letter but rather like one of his poems! His language is poetical that even in his letters, he cannot sound 'normal'.Another letter that interest me was Vincent Van Gogh's letter to his brother. http://www.serve.com/Lucius/VanGogh.index.html In this website I learnt more on Van Gogh whom I believed, a genius. There are also letters by his nephew, Vincent Willem van Gogh, who wrote about his life.
Vincent was also an attentive reader. From the website, I found that The French philosophical historian Jules Michelet's L'Amour contained a mingling of ideas and images which appealed to him strongly. He quoted from it in his letter of October 11, 1873, to Carolien and Willem Stockum:
"From here I see a lady, I see her walk pensively in a not very large garden, bereft of its flowers early in the season, but sheltered, as you see them behind our cliffs in France or the dunes of Holland. The exotic shrubs have already been put back into the conservatory. The fallen leaves reveal a number of statues. An artistic luxury which contrasts a little with the lady's very simple, modest, dignified dress, of which the black (or grey) silk is almost imperceptibly brightened by a lilac ribbon.
"But haven't I seen her already in the museums of Amsterdam or The Hague? She reminds me of a lady by Philippe de Champaigne [Woman in Mourning] who took my heart, so candid, so honest, sufficiently intelligent, yet simple, without the cunning to extricate herself from the ruses of the world. This woman has remained in my mind for thirty years, persistently coming back to me, making me say: 'But what was she called? What happened to her? Did she know some happiness? And how did she cope with life?'" [Letter #11a, quoted in Hammacher, p. 18]
"From here I see a lady, I see her walk pensively in a not very large garden, bereft of its flowers early in the season, but sheltered, as you see them behind our cliffs in France or the dunes of Holland. The exotic shrubs have already been put back into the conservatory. The fallen leaves reveal a number of statues. An artistic luxury which contrasts a little with the lady's very simple, modest, dignified dress, of which the black (or grey) silk is almost imperceptibly brightened by a lilac ribbon.
"But haven't I seen her already in the museums of Amsterdam or The Hague? She reminds me of a lady by Philippe de Champaigne [Woman in Mourning] who took my heart, so candid, so honest, sufficiently intelligent, yet simple, without the cunning to extricate herself from the ruses of the world. This woman has remained in my mind for thirty years, persistently coming back to me, making me say: 'But what was she called? What happened to her? Did she know some happiness? And how did she cope with life?'" [Letter #11a, quoted in Hammacher, p. 18]
Artistic, genuine and intelligent; and he has this facination towards sensitive women. I realized after viewing his paintings that it showed emptiness and sorrow, it sort of reflects off the colours, characters and now and then there is hope. I let the readers to decide.