Vincent's Yellow

a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.


I am in Paris. I went to the Musée d’Orsay. I was overwhelmed. A whole room for him, and many of his greatest works.

He has exhausted me. But everytime I feel I am drowning, he smiles.

Sat across from a young man today on the train who is travelling around Europe following Van Gogh, Hemingway, and Baudelaire. I am not really so surprised by these things anymore.

I am still trying to write up the entirety of my Nuenen visit. I am on page 54 in my journal. Wow.

Ok, time to collapse.

Tomorrow to Arles!

Thu, August 13 2009 » Personal, Travel

3 Responses

  1. Timmy Caldwell August 13 2009 @ 17:51

    When I last visited there they had three up. You are soooooooo lucky. Or perhaps the better word is blessed.

  2. Kathryn August 17 2009 @ 19:43

    Blessings on all you seekers, wanderers, lovers…

  3. Teresa August 18 2009 @ 06:50

    Lucky and blessed, Timmy.

    Thank you for the blessings, Kathryn. I take those seriously.

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