Via the Van Gogh museum During his short life, Van Gogh did not allow his flame to go out. Fire and embers were his brushes during the few years of his life, whilst he burned out for his art. I … Continue reading →
he more beautiful the art, the more it is essentially the work of people who feel themselves wrong; — who are striving for the fulfillment of a law, and the grasp of a loveliness, which they have not yet attained, which they feel even farther and farther from attaining, the more they strive for it. – John Ruskin Continue reading →
According to the Writer’s Almanac today is the birthday of Wallace Stevens, and The Emperor of Ice Cream was the poem du jour: Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. Which was great … Continue reading →
Letter #332 From: Vincent van Gogh To: Anthon van Rappard Date: The Hague, on or about Wednesday, 21 March 1883 I dislike writing or talking about technique in general, Rappard — although all the same I sometimes long to talk … Continue reading →
What’s that you say? Oh, YAMT, you say? Continue reading →
All man’s miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room alone.
