Van Gogh's Alive

So, there is a movie I ran into yesterday and it clicked. Although, I wanted to watch something easy and light. "At Eternity's Gate" by Julian Schnabel is not easy. I would say, given modern technologies, it's a piece of visual art itself. It's hard to stay cold-blooded when it comes to Vincent. Coming back to 2013, probably, when I read Irving Stone's "Lust for Life", I remember myself falling in love with this beautiful soul because when I talk about Van Gogh, I want to talk 'bout his soul, lost, in great pain of being excluded from his very little age, not accepted, but so stubborn and striving to live, create, paint in order to honor his God. The movie, actually, made impossible: they found the actors who would organically suit into the story of Van Gogh and the narration of the movie. Yes, because, as a piece of art, his paintings, and the movie perfectly presented that, it allows every and each of human-beings to enter the Van Gogh's world and invite him to ours. Which makes me point on a number of the questions the director asks: What is art? Who defines it? Maybe someone who hasn't been born yet? And you, as an artist, just stubbornly keep creating. No matter what you are doing at the moment. Extremely beautiful finale and references to the Bible and Jesus's way. Bravo.