Black Crow flies over •
A golden December field •
Late afternoon sun. Continue reading →
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 →
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 →
Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.
