“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.” Vincent Van Gogh
Welcome to May
2020 will be remembered as the year we came together as a global community to face a very difficult unknown. Without question, March and April were historic; the narrative continues to unfold in May.
I applaud the hard work and dedication of health care and essential workers. I am also grateful for the those who have stayed home, staying the course to keep our communities and loved one safe.
To commemorate this unforgettable time and to recognize we are together in spirit, ChasingART is beginning a new series that reflects our current reality of social distancing, working and studying from home, and self-isolation.
We have come home.
Over the past weeks, I have discovered that home can be many things, from a tea salon, coffee shop, restaurant, movie theatre to a meditation sanctuary, exercise room, classroom, workspace, and conference room. Home is where we create our personal space that allows us freedom to explore and find respite. It provides safety, privacy, and sense of belonging.
I invite you to join me in an exploration of how artists, over the centuries, viewed homes via their artwork. What better place to begin the journey than with Vincent Van Gogh
May 1, 1888, Vincent an Gogh rented four rooms in the right wing Yellow House, 2 Place Lamartine, Arles, France. There were two large rooms on the ground floor, one a kitchen and the other was a workshop aka atelier. In the floor above were two smaller rooms, which served as bedrooms, one for Vincent and another for his guest. This is the famous “The Yellow House”
Vincent had a dream. He did not want to live alone in the house and believed that the ideal companion would be Paul Gauguin. In October 1888, this dream came to fruition.
Paul Gauguin and Vincent van Gogh spent nine weeks together in the Yellow House, a shared studio that was the centre of an exhilarating and extraordinary creativity. They cooked together, shared expenses, exchanged ideas and inspired each other.
The Yellow House is no more. On June 25, 1944, the house that was shared by these two artists was severely damaged in a bombing raid by the Allies and later demolished. But the story lives on, a gentle reminder that all things pass. What remains is love, hope, resilience, belonging