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Art is Interesting

When I think art is interesting, it brings me to Van Gogh. Seriously I still don't understand why. Tapi satu hal, saya pernah belajar post-impresionis di bangku kuliah semester tiga, tentunya tidak sampai ke akar. Yang saya pelajari berupa pengenalan. Tokoh yang dibahas saat itu kebetulan Van Gogh. Pelan-pelan mesti saya akui bahwa ini bukan kebetulan. Pasalnya dalam waktu sekejap, saya pun berhasil mengingat empat film yang memutar dan berkaitan langsung dengan siapa dan seperti apa karya yang dihasilkan oleh Van Gogh. Berkat ini pula sekitar satu bulan lalu saya juga memasukkan salah satu lukisan Van Gogh yang berlatar kerumunan orang berkumpul di sebuah meja makan, dalam salah satu cerpen saya. Lukisan ini mempunyai warna dominan, yakni coklat. Konotasi yang terus berputar di kepala saya adalah Kentang, mungkin pada waktu itu orang-orang di Belanda banyak yang mengonsumsi kentang. Who knows? Tanpa basa-basi, inilah judul film (atau mungkin juga serial) mengenai Van Gogh yang dapat dinikmati. Mudah-mudahan kita berada di jalur yang sama.
1. Loving Vincent
2. At Eternity's Gate
3. Vincent van Gogh Visits the Gallery - Doctor Who
4. Detective Conan - The Sunflowers of Inferno

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