#left and right though. ourgh

[keeps-ache]

since people get confused so often and i'm pretty good at remembering left from right i like to refer to placement by however the person i am speaking to is facing. so face to face, your left is my right. and usually it Is an object they can see. but they still take like a second or two to convert the directions to the wrong way lmao

[cloudcountry]

You should share your irl Van Gogh lore fr

(Only if you want to, of course. I'm just curious about him and his life ^^)

OK I WILL GIVE U. A SMALL POSTER TOUR and give u some facts from what i learned from my research these past four days hehe

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As a result of van Gogh being stuck in a creative rut after his time in Saint-Remy, he took artistic motivation from outside sources, like prints. Two posters I own are based off Jean Millet’s prints, First Steps and Sleeping Peasants.

The irises van Gogh painted were originally purple. The red pigments in the oil paint faded over time, as they’re sensitive to light. This left the irises blue instead.

The Almond Blossoms painting was precious to the whole van Gogh family, as it was painted in honor of van Gogh’s nephew, Vincent, being born. The flowering blossoms symbolize new life and hope.

Van Gogh’s paintings of sunflowers were meant to communicate gratitude to the people in his life. He painted five different sunflowers paintings.

Easily his most popular and most well-known painting, The Starry Night was considered a failure by van Gogh. The cypress tree in the forefront of the painting that, although rooted in the Earth, reaches for the heavens, represents immortality. Death is just another journey. (i LOVE analyzing this one OURGH it makes me cry)

What struck me about Irises is how chaotically the flowers are arranged. The painting portrays exactly how they grew, it doesn’t try to make them look more aesthetic. Van Gogh painted them as he saw them, clumsy and twisting and growing, but beautiful.

Van Gogh often used himself as a model to practice painting figures. Under some of his self-portraits, there’s another painting underneath, indicating that he reused canvases.

Bedroom in Arles has a flatter display to mimic the Japanese prints van Gogh appreciated so much. The walls and doors were previously violet, but because of the red pigment fading, are now blue.

I always loved how the light in Starry Night Over the Rhône shows life, and that even though it’s so far away, the reflections in the water still reach the viewer. To me, this painting says that no matter how dark it is or how far away you are, the light will still reach you.

His Shoes painting is very homey and domestic to me. It’s another one that displays beauty in simplistic, everyday things and I love that. Shoes were a common motif in van Gogh’s paintings, and this pair in particular is theorized to have belonged to Patience Escalier, who had previously posed for van Gogh.

Cafe Terrace at Night was a painting van Gogh described as a night painting without black. He was enraptured by the yellows, blues, and greens of the scene, and went right to painting even though it was nighttime.

In van Gogh’s letters to Theo about The Church at Auvers, he referenced Shakespeare’s representation of a church in Henry IV, which symbolized preaching that was lacking in spiritual understanding. “Their God is like the God of Shakespeare's drunken Falstaff, 'the inside of a church.’”

In Wheat Field with Cypresses, the most notable thing in this painting is the sky to me. I love how he painted the clouds as if they were moving within a still image. It’s like you can see the wind itself, not only against the sky but also in the plants.

In Green Wheat Field with Cypress, the way the plant life is painted reminds me of a river. It’s flowing in a horizontal direction without any clear path, growing clumsily and overlapping each other. It reminds me of Irises in a way, because it portrays nature exactly how it is without attempting to make it uniform.

[acid--inside]

Two Dorks Go for a Swim

Ft: Wave! :D i luv wave

"You don't have to be in there..."

"Yeah, but this is comfy."

Ori was clacking his claws together in mimicry of them talking. The other hand was clutching his belly and tenderly rubbing a thumb over the curve. He was so full.

"Comfy for you... I however am very uncomfortable right now."

Wave shifted around and he groaned, laying back on the rocks and trying to lie on his side. He enjoyed the ocean, especially because he didn't have any natural predators himself, but right now even just thinking about swimming made him nauseous.

"Awwh poor guy. Would it help if I left and stayed with you?"

"Yes..."

Wave was very polite, and after dunking themselves in the water to clean off, they immediately climbed back on the rocks and squished themselves against Ori's belly. Tiny clawed hands pressed against him and he would have smiled if he could.

They were small, very neatly fit in his hand, and very easily fit in his tank. He groaned because even just thinking that made him feel gross.

"Oof... y'know I might actually try to swim a bit it's got less... resistance than pure air, right? Easier to float."

"Yeah, I can go with you."

"Please." He chuckled weakly.

Poor guy.

Of course, watching Wave take off into the water, they made it look so easy. Like it didn't mean anything for them to just hop down into the water, but it was a lie... they were a liar.

When Ori tried, he was huffing just trying to sit up properly, and he was very embarrassed, because immediate regret washed over him when he tried to do the same. However, he was struggling with added weight, and he thought he had to have looked stupid.

The water was nice though, when he actually made it in, cool and comforting, and he let himself float, head bobbing on the surface. Wave was just looking at him, paddling over with little kicks and clinging to him.

"Hi."

"Hello! You feeling better?"

"Mmh... yes." He sighed, slowly setting the pace and making big lazy curves in the water.

Ori knew better than to try and switch to any al/t because he'd probably get locked half-way and embarrass himself further. Besides swimming was fine anyway he did it, he just liked it.

Wave liked staying a bit closer to the surface, which made sense, they were a jet-ski, not a submersible like he was. So, he'd come up to check on them, and then go down slightly, still in their line of sight, just slightly out of reach.

Of course, a downside to this meant he got a better view of the fish - which was fine, fish were cool, he liked looking at them. However, he was a natural predator, and he also liked to eat fish. His optic dilated.

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"Ourgh..."

"You're silly, why'd you do that."

"Stop patronizing me.... oof."

He groaned and pressed a clawed hand to his belly, now even more upset than before because he made a bad choice. Wave was sitting very comfortably on the crest of his belly. They were so tiny.

"I'm just saying, you were complaining earlier and yet-"

"Oh yeah, you try having - urp - hunting instincts..."

Ori dropped his head, laying down and trying to get comfortable, prompting Wave to hop down and hurry to his head to give little pats. Sweet, but very patronizing - but patronizing in the way a friend does when they tell you "ooooh I told you so."

At least Wave didn't outright say it. They knew he got the message even if they didn't say anything.

"Ourp... fuck."

"Ori oh my god."

He groaned and rolled onto his side, feeling very much exhausted, now struggling to stay awake. Ori yawned, claws flexing as he slowly settled. His tank refused to settle along with him.

"Hey... I'm gonna take a nap.... kay'?"

"Yeah, I'll be right here!" Wave patted his head again, less patronizingly now.

Then Wave snuggled up against his gut and he sighed calmly, slipping into sleep.