I recently paid another visit to the Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA), for their special “Van Gogh in America” exhibition. My more constant readers will not be surprised to hear that I kinda sorta really liked it.
What surprised me, however, was that despite being surrounded by 74 incredible works of his — all brought together for the first time in one location very, very near me — with a full written program and audio tour to boot — one piece stood out to me. Then again, I think that happens sometimes, if you’re lucky. If you are looking to be inspired. If you’ve opened yourself up to what art can inspire.
So much better than just reading the placards, taking your photo “for the memory”, and moving on.
For whatever reason — possibly all the medical crap that has been going on for me and those I love, possibly my somewhat recent foray into Van Gogh’s obsession with Japan and how it leaked into his art tying me back to my obsession with Japan and how it’s leaked into my art, or possibly just finding myself in the shadowy shape just off-center — The Langlois Bridge at Arles (1888) in particular was the one that stuck into my gut and wouldn’t let go.
At least, that’s what happened this time. We’ll see what grabs me when I inevitably visit again.
Shot on Pixel 6 Pro, no filter.
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