75 years before I was born – The Potato Eaters creation began and took almost a year to complete.
What does The Potato Eaters have to do with my blog? Well, some crazy dude decided poor ugly people are great subjects to paint. Lucky for him, his craziness made for a very creative mind. Yes, I am referring to Vincent van Gogh.
theguardian.com article ‘New study claims to find genetic link between creativity and mental illness’ includes the following –
The notion of the tortured artist is a stubborn meme. Creativity, it states, is fuelled by the demons that artists wrestle in their darkest hours. The idea is fanciful to many scientists. But a new study claims the link may be well-founded after all, and written into the twisted molecules of our DNA.
mnn.com article ‘Why genius and madness are connected’ includes the following –
Many of history’s most celebrated creative geniuses were mentally ill, from renowned artists Vincent van Gogh and Frida Kahlo to literary giants Virginia Woolf and Edgar Allan Poe. Today, the fabled connection between genius and madness is no longer merely anecdotal. Mounting research shows these two extremes of the human mind really are linked — and scientists are beginning to understand why.
I do not consider myself a very creative person, but yes I do consider myself sometimes to be mentally ill. The major depression as a young man has left and never to come back again. I do have my days that I feel ‘down’, but not depressed – though I may say I feel depressed. I do feel however; I continue to have a mental illness. I lose control of myself, I am a control freak, I am OCD, ADD, and I feel I have Borderline Personality Disorder. But am I creative? I believe that it is within me and I can be. I may never paint a The Potato Eaters and sculpt a David or compose a Second Symphony, but I have created some awesome Christmas displays consisting of over 26,000 lights synchronize to music. I have helped in creating some beautiful landscaping and my writing of my blog is decent.
It may be the bit of craziness in me has helped me to be creative.
vangoghgallery.com has the following –
In May of 1890, after a couple of years at the asylum, he seemed much better and went to live in Auvers-sur-Oise under the watchful eye of Dr. Gachet. Two months later, he died from what is believed to have been a self-inflicted gunshot wound “for the good of all.” During his brief career, he did not experience much success, he sold only one painting, lived in poverty, malnourished and overworked.
As a young man I made those attempts to end my life thinking it was “for the good of all”. I am still here on this earth with a little creativity and a little mental illness.
Will I be well known someday like Vincent van Gogh? No I do not think so: I have no The Potato Eaters to leave behind.