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Van Going

by Martin Dugard

That night I ate a dinner of omelet and salad in a smoky café in lively Montmartre, then found a room in a small artist's hotel where a fat furry cat slept on the front desk. Symbolically, at least, my journey in search of van Gogh's work was off to a fine start.

Amsterdam: The Van Gogh Museum

The train from Paris to Amsterdam took just four hours. The farmland in between was surprisingly green, and there was no snow. It was late afternoon when I arrived, so I hustled over to the Van Gogh Museum. Van Gogh was born in the Netherlands, but Amsterdam was not a central city in his life. Nevertheless, he is treated with as much reverence in his native land as Rembrandt. The Van Gogh Museum is a case in point. A large, airy space next to the Rijksmuseum (the nation's largest museum, featuring a wide collection of Dutch masters such as Rembrandt and Vermeer, and more than a million objects of painting and sculpture), its gray, geometric shape is somewhat ironic considering van Gogh's penchant for blurring perspective and creating motion through wavy lines. There were no right angles to van Gogh.

The museum was crowded, even on a midweek February afternoon, which tells me that it must be quite the tourist draw in the summer. But there are certain attractions one must visit in the world's major­ ­cities - say, the Empire State Building when traveling to New York. In Amsterdam, the Van Gogh Museum is such a place. (I would suggest that the nearby Heineken Brewery is not far behind.) There are more van Goghs inside that space than anywhere else in the world. Elaborate signs in English and Dutch explain where each work was painted and its significance in van Gogh's life. The works are arranged chronologically, making it possible to see his transition from fledgling artist to creative visionary. The paintings between 1888 and 1890 show a freedom and experimentation but also a sense of melancholy. Van Gogh was slowly slipping into depression, and it seems as if he was in a hurry to paint as many canvases as possible before losing his faculties.


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