MINIM

ALISTI
C
April 27 , 2017

{on behalf of Senju Hiroshi}

AN INTERVIEW WITH NUR ALIADIBA

Why did you choose to give it the title ‘Minimalistic’?

Minimalistic, where you go by living in the moment with nothing but only recreating memories
as your will to live. The word appeals to me the most when I was looking for it in the dictionary -
as well as this picture I took. It’s the elements that matter when you come across a subject so
interesting. Of course basic lens would work in taking pictures, but does it really show your
truest sight. Anyone can live by minimalism but when it comes to approaching the work of art, I
tend to capture the best out of it. The foundation was amazed at how this was perfectly taken but
it was different than most of the pictures I’ve taken. To make it short, this was the opposite of
minimalism but the picture’s depiction gives you the idea of it as ‘Minimalistic’.

Other works by Nur Aliadiba:

 Biography:
Name: Vincent Van Gogh
B.O.D: March 30, 1853
D.O.B: July 29, 1890

His famous works would have to be:

● Starry Starry Night

The Starry Night is an oil on canvas by the Dutch post-

impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh. Painted in June 1889, it
depicts the view from the east-facing window of his asylum room
at Saint-Rémy-de-Provence,
just before sunrise, with the
addition of an idealized village

During his short and turbulent life, he sold only 1 painting for 400
francs, just 4 months before his death. It is titled "The Red
Vineyard" (See painting below). Nonetheless, he produced an
incredible number of masterpieces created over a 9 year period
which will continue "living" for the rest of human history.

Starry Night Over The Rhine Van Gogh's mood had began to sour while he was in France,
surrounded by many great painters of the
day. His awkwardness in social relationships began to take a toll. He
was plagued by frequent extreme shifts in his emotional state. Mania
and feelings of grandiosity were always followed by self-loathing,
and the despair of deep depressions.
It appears likely that just after he completed the painting above, he sunk further into the depths of
depression. We know that two months later, on December 24, 1888, his mood began to revert back to the
manic state, when his violent argument with Gauguin occurred. It resulted in self-mutilation, which is a
common behavior in mental patients during manic excitement. Without access to modern medicine, the
frequency of these self-destructive episodes increased until Van Gogh's suicide in 1890.
[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
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

[Chorus] This world was never meant for one

Now I understand what you tried to say to me As beautiful as you
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
[Verse 3]
They would not listen, they did not know how
Starry, starry night
Perhaps they'll listen now
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
[Verse 2]
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Starry, starry night
Like the strangers that you've met
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
The ragged men in the ragged clothes
Swirling clouds in violet haze
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand [Outro]
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me

[Chorus] How you suffered for your sanity

Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you tried to set them free

How you suffered for your sanity They would not listen, they're not listening still

How you tried to set them free Perhaps they never will

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent