Ends - Wheatfield with Cypresses Van Gogh
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Van Gogh painted this during his time as a psychiatric patient the year before he shot himself in a wheat field. Later he painted Wheatfield with Crows, evidencing perhaps differing moods transposed into a similar scene.
It was first of this image that was planned with a charcoal outline, then a large rendition done which was sent to his brother Theo, then a smaller version for his mother and sister.
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Without a skeleton of ash, there would be nothing -
a charcoal outline, cheating the mortal coil
beneath the colour.
Creativity and visions carry us, just proud
of the knowledge of our bones,
a flicker tries always to remind us, bring us down.
Today, I offset the cypress and inhale the wind.
The wheat curves with fullness,
forgetting too that the scythe comes soon.
The clouds playful, like they haven't heard of storms,
the delicate poppies swaying in tune,
built to last a moment, a moment they claim fully.
As my brush adds the final highlights,
I start again, on a smaller canvas.
Let the mood linger a while,
perhaps to peter, trance-like, with the joy of now,
willfully forgetting what happens when built on ash.
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