This was an era of indulgence and innovation for an emerging middle class that had the resources and time to engage in fashionable leisure activities. Even though it's important to remember and cherish what that person left behind, the beauty, the words, the message or the brush, it's still always important to remember the person, because all the beauty and creativity in the world comes from within. Vincent van Gogh, The Outskirts of Paris, 1886. It's the continuous and inevitable trend that no one seems to appreciate artists until they die. It was sad to know that he only sold a fair few of his paintings while he was alive, and only became really famous after death, and not being able to experience full happiness in his life. Van Gogh has always fascinated me because of his preoccupation with social justice, much like Victor Hugo and Charles Dickens, his gorgeous style in the colors of his paintings, and his battle with mental illness. This was Vincent van Gogh, then a little known artist now the most famous artist in the world.

The man was carrying nothing his hands clasped to a fresh bullet wound leaking blood from his belly.

This is the brilliant, sad but enriching story of the life of Vincent Van Gogh, played to absolute perfection by the wonderful Benedict Cumberbatch. On 27th July 1890 a gaunt figure stumbled down a drowsy high street at twilight in the small French country town of Auvers. At first, I was a little taken aback by the way the film was presented: a half documentary, half bio-pic, but I realized the filmmakers didn't want to fake anything in regards to what the real life characters had said to each other.

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