Why throwing soup on Van Gogh’s Sunflowers left such a bitter taste for all.

Vincent Van Gogh’s masterpiece the sunflowers has been seen as a symbol of happiness in a world that is so often challenging. Van Gogh suffered with his mental health and painted this incredible master piece to cheer himself up after suffering so badly with his mental health.

Today, Havering writer Riyad Hacib shares his thoughts on Van Gogh and his artwork.

The highest level of human achievement is one who transcends the flesh of pain and pleasure 

to sit on the eternal throne not as Gods or Prophets but, that of a Symbol! 

Vincent Van Gogh a man of passion, a heart of electricity who used the liberation of the brush to conduct his rage and love of nature into beauty through colour infecting one’s eyes with tears and one’s soul with the poison tip of passion. 

How can one sunflower pollinate our being with joy but no smell, empowerment of hope yet I can not feel it’s leaves ah, a master of the soul I call that man! He was lovely and lonely but, he did have one friend which he knew all her secrets that we still to this day through scientific reasoning are trying to interrogate. Pity scientific torture! Hail the pen and brushes for her name was Mother Nature! He looked after her as she did with him! She shared her tears in exchange for his attention, she showed him her roots so we can grow! He abandoned society to love her, to show her off, to feel her wounds and celebrate her colours!

The clocks ticked and Mother Nature said farewell to her beloved disciple as is with this temporary heart! Mother nature did not let up so easily for her tears swept away lands for the brush in her breast warmed her sun giving Vincent over to Fate. Fate the reaper or an elevator. The conqueror of legacies or the pantheon that holds and held him, it did until…

14/10/22 – Soup and ignorance, a brew of diss-passion and anger. Resentment and rage stained a symbol which they themselves do not recognise as being the flowers of hope enough for one to be reminded they are human when the pupils succumb to the yellows of focus by a man who poured his soul for us to drink but now, the frame and image,hydrated in soup. Why? Climate change and oil and of course respectable causes yet, it’s execution, miserable. 

Art is the Revolution, the liberation, the escape, the message, the prophet thus, do not arrest such divine gifts we as humans empower in our finger tips instead, use its platform to create not destroy for Van Gogh once said ‘if you truly love nature you’ll find beauty everywhere’ and the creation of art is the nod of approval Mother Nature gives us and gave him! One who feels anger towards such cowardice acts surely feels the raging arteries playing a symphony of heavy tones for Van Gogh; a man who loved this Earths rich colours now, has to be the subject of politics and corruption. A game he never signed up for nor a life he envisioned. 

Criminal to abduct a man’s legacy chaining him to your tasteless tears instead shackle yourself to the real criminals in suits and ties not that of Human beings flame of art which illuminates even the darkest of souls!