ITI Ion Vincent Danu Blogs

It seems that doctors die, statistically, at around 57-60 years old, a lot sooner than the “coach patatoes” (statistically), so why trust them entirely and blindly when it comes to our lives? (the statistics are for the US of A) Well, most of us... 

...and not yet the bucket... I was lucky. I've found at an art supply store a Windsor and Newton easel, a solid one, a real easel for serious artists (one can paint a 2 x 3 m canvases, if so enclined...) at half price. Somehow, I managed to borrow... 

...Ecclesiastes dixit. A time for living and a time for dying. A time for health and a time for sickness. For me, it seems, it's the time for sickness. I've got diagnosed with a rare (they say only about 6000 Americans got it in a year which is 0,... 

Around the same date when Robert Genn got his "you got pancreatic cancer" news I also got mine. Don't know if it's pancreatic (hope not!) or what but I know it's cancer. So, I do apologize to the few who still visit my galleries and make comments... 

Vincent had them. In fact, quite often and quite intense. The causes were so different and so many that one can say he was depressed because of…well, life. He was depressed because he couldn’t draw or paint as well as he wished. He was depress... 

Of course, some would doubt that he was that lucky (I have doubts myself…) and, of course, he was the legitimate son of Theodorus Van Gogh, the pastor from Nuenen, and not a bastard. But that’s the expression, it seems, when one wants to express,... 

It's kind of funny. A few posts away I was writing about PERCEPTIONS. And how everything is a question of perception... Well, my perceptions about Vincent changed. Of course, they changed for a long time and will still change but now I'm talkin... 

A wonderful anniversary gift (just had my 56th one) I see that I have today more than 10000 per total visitors and my photo Where Dracula Was Born had more than 1000 visits! Wow!  

MAKING A LIVING AS AN ARTIST Some do it and some don’t. There are some very good, excellent, artists who make a living with their art. And there are also some very good, excellent artists who don’t. There are out there some mediocre and even worst... 

I was browsing through some of my old photographs, some older than 30 years... 1980...1987... Oh, boy! All those memories came over me like a tornado... Not a lot left, except these scanned images... Eyes to Die For (see photo in my portfolio) ...