Vincent van Gogh _{(Dutch, 1853-1890, Post-impressionism)}

Vincent van Gogh is a Dutch Post-impressionist painter who is among the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. He's famed for the beautiful vitality of his works that are characterized by expressive and emotive use of vibrant color and playful use of impastoed paint. The traumas of his life, recorded in his letters, have tended to dominate and distort modern perceptions of his artwork.

Van Gogh had many famous quotes that spread widely:

"What is done in love is done well."
"Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul."
"I dream of painting and then I paint my dream."
"I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process."
"I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream."
"There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people."
"I would rather die of passion than of boredom."
"I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things."
"It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning."
"I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it."

A song called "Vincent" See lyrics

Vincent

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness 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
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields 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
And how you suffered for your sanity
And 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 your 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 heads 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, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

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