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Sunday, 7 October 2012

Lukisan-lukisan van Gogh dan Bipolar Disorder

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Beberapa hari ini aku tertegun nonton video YouTube lagunya Don McLean yang berjudul Vincent.  Lagu ini bernuansa duka tentang seorang pelukis legendaris asal Belanda, Vincent van Gogh yang bunuh diri dengan menembak kepalanya pada usia 37.  Baru setelah meninggal, karya-karyanya meledak di pasaran.

a self-portrait
Lagu ini sudah aku dengar sejak masih SMA, sejak dulu sudah tertarik dengan kemisteriusan lirik lagu ini dan sejak dulu pula aku sudah simpati dengan tokoh Vincent dalam lagu ini, tanpa tahu bahwa yang dimaksud adalah van Gogh yang terkenal itu.

Van Gogh menderita sakit jiwa akut, terutama depresi yang merupakan episode reguler penyakit Bipolar Disorder.  Lukisan-lukisannya adalah jendela menuju isi pikirannya yang menderita dan kesepian.

Jika Anda tertarik membaca lebih jauh contoh kasus seseorang dengan Bipolar Disorder dan sejenisnya, silakan klik ini.

VINCENT
by Don McLean                                                                                
                                                                                                                                         Video Youtube ini berisi lukisan-lukisan Vincent van Gogh. 
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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