Dear Dan,
First, I must say, teri hindi badi acchi ho gayi hai! Among
a tremendous polyglutinous mixture of sounds today, your sweet hindi stuck out
and made me mucho happy!
You asked me for my thoughts on this beautiful, confusing, and charming city. Here they are...
The endless canals,
the red lights above doors, the curious coffee shops, and the trillion tulip
bulbs, the delicious Indonesian food and falafels and oorlogged fries, don't
compare to standing right in front of van Gogh's Cypresses and Two Women, or
Skyping with our giggling masis and probably
rolling-his-eyes-at-the-giggling-ladies dear masa in Vondel Park, or slurping
the smoothest jenever South Indian coffee style. Everything - from our amazing
breakfast spread to talking about identities as we took in the angular and
tilted architecture of this charming city - everything has left me
thinking...damn, I Amsterdammed.
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Our beautiful and yummy breakfast spread by dear Utty! |
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The yummiest fries with the yummiest toppings! |
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How else to help that delicious jenever go down? |
Oh! Such delicious jenever! |
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Our sweet photobombing bartender! |
My personal ninjas to keep me safe? |
Who needs weed when you've got turtle power on your side? |
Literally on my side! |
Chilling in Vondel Park |
I love you,
Suparna
P.S.-
So you never forget all my favorite van Goghs, I made a list
especially for you...
I love his sketches and his experiments with color. I loved
being reminded of the many self-portraits my kids and I made together. I fell
in love with Avenue of Poplars in Autumn instantly. Then Flowerpot with Garlic
Chives. I loved the colors he created in his Vase with Chinese Asters and
Gladioli and Daubigny's Garden, and of the trio in his triptych, I loved The
Pink Orchard. I loved and felt sad by By the Seine. So what if he needed to
draw gridlines? It showed his growth and fiesty learning curve as an artist.
And I loved seeing Paul Gaunguin's rendition of
Small Pear Tree in Blossom Vincent Van Gogh Painting
Sunflowers. I was so deeply saddened by his brilliance and suicide. Especially
in Self Portrait with Bandaged Ear and Garden of the Asylum, the depths of his
depression and his inner cocktail of his unparalleled gifts and his toxic
self-doubt, bleed through these paintings. I was so sad and so full all at
once.
Here are some other ones I spent way too long staring at and imagining
him signing his name on them:
- Olive Trees with the Alpilles in the Background
- Almond Blossom
- Roses
- Entrance to a Quarry
- Farmhouse
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