The Rustling of Leaves – De Loup Wikrant Helmond

On November 7, at 12:14 p.m
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I’ve recently heard – no, I’m not making this up – that people in Helmond are complaining about what I’ve said here in recent weeks about Vincent van Gogh in Stevot. They’re angry because they think they can accuse me of making up all sorts of things myself, regarding Van Gogh’s history at Stevot.

I can, in good faith, help these people out of their predicament. Although I find it remarkable that these people clearly do not know me and do not know at all how I know what I know. (And why don’t they call me to talk about their dissatisfaction?) To me, it seems pretty clear that they also know nothing about conscientiously working according to the rules of science. I hope that those who complain will be happy because I am now explaining to them something special about the requirements of science; The requirements that I must adhere to, as I do not want to lose my credibility as a scientific researcher. (Yes, this is actually something completely different from what people sometimes see in politics, for example…)

If you study at a Dutch university, over the years you will learn how to conduct research in a verifiable way. That’s the point here! In science, you cannot come up with anything on your own, you must always base it on other scientific research, you must assume it and you must always be able to prove that what you claim is actually true.

“When it comes to stories that people tell, that’s how they do it.”Oral history’ user. Conversations can be recorded using equipment. In 2012, she noted from Jet de Haas – Vermulst that her grandmother was called Elisabeth van Stekelenburg, also called Betske, and was an innkeeper in Stivut and exclaimed: “Dor hedde diejen crazy once nunen wir!” when she saw the artist walking in Stift. For me, letters written by Vincent van Gogh himself are the second “source” of information. In it he repeatedly says how people see him. I advise those complaining to read those letters as well. Maybe when it comes to whining and complaining, they can also learn something from that…

I can also say that thanks to the information I received from the ecologist and cultural historian Bert Maes, who in April 2005 in France with his wife, the ecologist Emma van den Doll, discovered the place where Vincent van Gogh painted his last painting. “The roots of the tree.” I decided to pay more attention to the Vermeulst family stories than Van Gogh in Stevot.

Perhaps it is still fun to say that the roots of the trees painted by Van Gogh can now be found on the Selinger family estate in Auvers-sur-Oise. Bert Maes recently told me that there is now a lot of commotion and uproar because the mayor of Ophir is disappointed that the roots of the famous trees are not on municipal land. Therefore, it has placed barriers containing information where it can be seen on public roads. People from Japan and China are now standing collectively in front of those sections to read what is written on them. But what Van Gogh saw is hidden from view.

To prove that I’m not making Bert Mays up, and that he actually exists, I’m showing you a photo of him below, standing under a replica of Tree roots By Vincent Van Gogh.