For the first eleven years of my life I saw Van Gogh’s Sunflowers every day. There was a poster on the wall of my kitchen that was actually larger than the real thing (we moved after that and I’m not sure what happened to it). It’s one of my mum’s favourite pieces, so I made a point of seeing it the first time I went to the National Gallery and I’ve seen it many times since – I even bought her a print last Christmas that has hung on her wall since then. Yet it was last week before I noticed the most obvious thing – it’s desperately sad.

Laugh if you like – I almost laughed at myself. This is an image I have seen around 5,000 times in my life (genuinely – I just did the maths), but stood in front of it that rainy afternoon I saw it with new eyes. I whispered, out loud but to nobody in particular, “They’re all dying.” And they are. 14 dying sunflowers. How had I never noticed it before, you might ask? Fair question – it’s glaringly obvious to anyone with eyes and I’m meant to be doing a Masters in this stuff… The simple answer is, I’d never needed to.

When I see Sunflowers I don’t look at it. I think about my childhood, I think about the house where the poster hung and growing my own sunflowers from seeds up the back wall. When they grew as tall as they could, I’d cut them and put them in a vase in front of the picture (meta for a seven year old, right?!). Most of all, it makes me think of mum in that yellow kitchen, the happiest I can remember her. But, as I stood looking at the real thing last week, seeing it for the first time, I realised I was only remembering half the story.

Yes, that poster was in the background of all of my happy memories, but it was also in the background the first time I remember seeing both of my parents cry. I remember sitting in front of it when I covered my ears so I didn’t have to listen to my dog’s kennel being broken up after she died. I remember staring at it when things happened that I didn’t want to try to understand. I remember sitting opposite it alone with a glass of milk every time I begged my dad to stay and he didn’t. It lurks in the background of snapshots of loved ones who aren’t here to flick through the albums with me anymore.

And now I understand (as Don Maclean would say) what Sunflowers is all about. For Van Gough, Sunflowers were a symbol of happiness, just like for me. The famous painting is one of a cycle of four of the same subject, at various stages. It’s the most challenging, but also the most true – it’s still a happy painting, even though the subject is sad. Because as everyone who was ever in primary school knows, when a sunflower dies it leaves all of the seeds ready to be planted and to start growing again.

Sunflowers is about that cycle, about taking the good and the bad and being ready to go again. Because what else can I do with all of those seeds it’s dropped in my mind?

Vincent Van Gough - Sunflowers

Vincent Van Gough – Sunflowers
(The National Gallery, London)

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  1. So, legend has it, that Solomon sent his wise men into the desert, and asked them to come up with wisdom that would apply to all times and all places. After much deliberation they came back with, “And this too shall pass”.

    That is why beauty is sad. We see the perfect rose, or the light just so on the mountain, or see a generous deed, and it is beautiful. But we know also that these are special moments. Even as you reach out to grab it they pass on. The rose fades, the sun sets, and men die.

    Solomon’s wise men reflected on it, and saw that it was also cause for hope. As time erodes the beauty of the rose, it also bears away our hurts. As the sun sets here it rises elsewhere. As it says in proverbs(paraphrased): Though we mourn the passing of the just, we can rejoice at the death of the wicked.

    I too am conflicted about beauty. I love it, and yet I mourn it, and yet its passing fills me with hope.

    My favorite artwork is Salvador Dali’s Crucifixion. Which, if you get the chance, you should see. It is in the Kelvingrove in Glasgow. Worth a day trip from London imo. It shares these themes. The crucifixion is a startlingly noble gesture, and yet a tragedy, and yet became the hope of nations. 🙂

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