with sad maybe even angry looking eyes..
.. arms crossed,,
Later in life he made this drawing
View on a little church in Helvoirt..1874
Its now..(somewhat different) my view also..
The church had a rectory ..
This boy now grown into a (tormented) man..visited this house ..
.. on Summer holidays..
for him..it was home.
Many family members of him lived (and died)in Helvoirt..
..a brother and three sisters..
In her memoirs, his sister Elisabeth recalls Vincent (because that's the boy in the picture) being a serious, sensitive boy who preferred solitude to the companionship of family and friends and loved flowers, birds,
So..he spend most of his time there filling his sketchbook with pictures
.. in solitude.
I find it a wonderful privilege to walk the streets Vincent did..
He loved Helvoirt..so do I.