Don’t be mistaken for I’m not making any titillating and salacious inferences about David’s personal life.We are here to celebrate David the artist and perhaps even to discuss his many character traits that connects David to us so tangibly and affectionately. This blog is not and will not be the place for gossips, myths and innuendos about David’s personal life and I would implore fans to treat David and his family with the utmost respect and dignity. Thus the name Vincent, refers to a very real and equally talented and impassioned person.
In this instance, I’m talking about Vincent van Gogh the celebrated and brilliant Dutch master impressionist painter who lived in the Netherlands during the mid-nineteenth century. Van Gogh was born in 1853 to a pastor father and a homemaker mother. The Van Gogh household was religious and cultured although Vincent was highly emotional and lacked self confidence as a child. Throughout his adult life he was incessantly in search of stability which saw him trying but ultimately unsuccessful in holding onto various occupations until art and painting came into his life. Even then, as a self taught painter for the most part, he was only productive during the latter part of his life. I first came to know about Van Gogh and his work when I chanced upon one of his most famous painting called “ A Starry Night”:
When I first set eyes upon this piece of art, I was awestruck. Something deep inside me was stirred and shaken and I was left standing in the bookshop, for literally a few minutes, just staring at the image before me. The haunting, writhing almost maniacal brushstrokes made a deep impression on me. Since then I have come to read more about the artist and his many works like Sunflowers and Irises. Although in his lifetime he sold only one painting Vincent Van Gogh is now accepted as a master painter who has attained great heights of artistic achievements.
David proffered his “Starry Night” during the finale in the form of “Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me”. In the time of just over 2 minutes, in an ever rising crescendo of desperation he pumped his fist imploring and pleading with the audience to appreciate the churning, seething cauldron within him. His crystal clear, high tenor voice, choked with emotion, laid bare the fuming and defiant mindset that must have overtaken him in that moment. It was as if the spirits of Van Gogh and David had infused and meshed together to produce the musical equivalent of what Vincent had put down on canvass with the same swirling, roiling effect. You could see the effort that David expounded in that short 2 minutes. Watching that performance I felt tears welling in my eyes, my throat felt constricted and my breathing came in short, laboured intakes much like what I felt when I saw Van Gogh’s masterpiece.
In the same way that Van Gogh used painting as a way of giving happiness by creating beauty, David is a master impressionist painter but his canvass is his innate musicality that evokes inspirational responses from his audience and like Van Gogh, I think, there is a certain zealousness in David as all brilliant artisans have and in the singer’s case, this produces impassioned delivery of songs instead of expressive canvasses of art.
David and Vincent, two glowing starbursts illuminating our hearts and enriching our lives with their incandescent artistry that is interwoven with the daring of a rebel. Though separated by the passage of time, they are ultimately connected through their luminous, artistic souls with the same desires and abilities to awaken and stir that which lies deep in our hearts but which, perhaps, never get to be immersed in the wondrous nightscape of a starry night.