So there were these people sitting around and eating potatoes...
and he painted a picture of them, no need for psuedo-proletariat interpetations.
Geez...next thing you know, the "Art Cogniscenti" will be telling us he had a foot fetish because he painted a pair of shoes.
Oh dear you seem unable to bring yourself to the realisation that Van Gogh deliberately set out to imbue his work in earthy colours to portray the very soil from which the potatoes were dug or to depict their fingers as those which look and feel as if they have toiled the soil. To suggest that these elements are entirely coincidental is quite ludicrous, they are quite deliberate. To suggest that we are imagining these elements because of a political bias is wired to the moon ludicrous.
Look at the Venetian masters then, whose paintings deliberately look like photographs.
Still no one talks about their hidden messages and symbolism, even though they've painted every single detail as close to being lifelike as possible.
I'm assuming you're familiar with 'My Name is Red' by Orhan Pamuk.
An interesting read for pretentious stuck ups like yourself.
Hmm...It could be possible that Van Gogh was simply painting a scene of a starry night as he actually saw it, because he found it visually beautiful, and the intellectual contents are simply the projections of the person observing the art.
From his writings and letters, it seems his primary aims in painting were more about trying to capture the world as he saw it, and was entirely devoid of intentional symbology.
Yes this is also possible but it difficult to divorce oneself from the idea that there is a spiritual element to the entire depiction which has been directly and deliberately imbued into the scene from Van Goghs interpretation of nature. Thus its not a mere projection from the viewers mind, it exists entirely independent from that. This type of interpretation is entirely absent from artists like Constable who was merely intent to imitate nature and painters like Vettriano who are intent to paint decorative art for dining room walls.
I love how the self claimed artists and critics are all going on about how to be open and look for every possibility, yet they flat out refuse that you can just paint, or write, or make music unintentionally, out of simple passion, and nothing else.
No, you damn thick skulls have to analyse the last stroke on a painting, and have to make the connection between how many lines a poem has and its authors personal life.
You're so ridiculous it's not even funny anymore.