Lets talk about Vincent Van Gogh - the artist with a scar that never healed.
A true artist is forever bleeding, forever suffering and forever visiting the shadows of his life. The symphony of pain forever plays. Agony and hurt is a constant friend. At least, that was the case with Vincent.
What made Van Gogh a great artist?
His restless spirit, despairing heart and jilted soul that starved for his family's love and approval never let him look at the world without the lens of pain and melancholy. He forever reeled under the feeling of being shunned, misunderstood and left out in the cold. His pain was debilitating and excruciating, it carved a madman out of him - an eccentric madman whose genius creativity spawned some of the best paintings that the world has known.
What made him such a cursed soul?
From the perspective of biology and psychology, he might not have had much of a chance to be anyone but who he ended up being. The never ending darkness that he endured might have started with his genes even before he was conceived. His family tree had a couple of suicides and at least one family member suffering from mental illness on his mother's side. This inspired in his mother a whole new creed of beliefs and thoughts - it made her restless, edgy, morbid, resentful. She feared life and believed that the world was a hostile place and that you had to cling to your family as best as you could to stay sane, successful and happy. She instilled this view in her children by constantly preaching to them and conducting endless family activities.
Vincent loved being with his family but he couldn't conform to expectations. His parents had difficulty getting him educated, so he was shipped off to a school away from home. This is where the madman was born. He never understood why he was banished when his mother had always held the family together with an iron-fist. He felt betrayed, hurt and guilty. A part of him raged at being sent away, a part of him longed to be home with his beloved family, a part of him felt guilt for letting his family down. He never could make peace with this scar that was inflicted upon him in his childhood by the one he was most close to and whose love and approval he most seeked.
He loved nature and long walks, he would walk a ton in his future life. He never made any friends and was forever alone, looking to his family for love and acceptance which was grudgingly given. His isolation from others and the looming scar from his childhood completed the portrait of the eccentric genius.
Why didn't the scar heal?
Scars from childhood might be a particularly hard thing to get over, especially if it has to do with family. Or maybe, the first scar, the first jolt, the first misery of its kind is always the darkest and if you survive the first one, the others are easily dealt with. But then again, he had family history of mental afflictions and that kind of biological impact is probably hard to beat and beyond an individual's control. Current scientific speculation is that he might have been suffering from bipolar disorder or schizophrenia.
The final word.
A certain level of suffering, not fitting in with the status quo, being ridiculed and failing a ton might be what the brain needs to bring to life the true artist within a truly scarred person. Vincent worked as an art dealer, at a bookstore and several other places. He couldn't succeed at any of his jobs and his employers and customers considered him weird. But then why would he succeed? His calling was to be an iconoclastic painter and not a clerk at a store.