Vincent Willem van Gogh was a dutch post-impressionist painter who posthumously became one of the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. He created about 2,100 artworks in a decade, including around 860 oil paintings, most of which date from the last two years of his life.
To date, nobody knows how many paintings vincent truly brought to life because sometimes he burnt most of his work in depression and believing that his work was not worth appreciating. He lived most of his life in misery, poverty and used alcohol to numb away the pain of his tormented life. He was abused, made fun of, and treated poorly by most people he knew, and yet his work has been one of the most enchanted and regarded as the finessed pieces in modern history.
He is usually compared to Nikola tesla as the forgotten and abandoned genius of his time and intellectual.
Vincent Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly one of the most popular great painters of all time, the most beloved; his command of color; he transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man, who roamed the fields of Provence, was not only the world’s greatest artist but also one of the most extraordinary men who ever lived.
Death:
On 27 July 1890, aged 37, Van Gogh is believed to have shot himself in the chest with a 7mm Lefaucheux pinfire revolver. There were no witnesses, and he died 30 hours after the incident. The shooting may have taken place in the wheat field he had been painting or a local barn. The bullet was deflected by a rib and passed through his chest without doing apparent damage to internal organs – probably stopped by his spine. He was able to walk back to the Auberge Ravoux, where two doctors attended to him, but the bullet could not be removed without a surgeon present. The doctors tended to him as well as they could, then left him alone in his room, smoking his pipe. The following morning, Theo rushed to his brother’s side, finding him in good spirits. But within hours, Vincent began to fail, suffering from an untreated infection resulting from the wound. He died in the early hours of 29 July. According to Theo, Vincent’s last words were: “The sadness will last forever.”