Vincent's Yellow

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

To Arles

I am about to leave for Arles from Northern Spain. I am very happy that this is my last stop because this is where you really found yourself, Vincent. It is also where I believe you lost yourself.

It is there you painted Starry Night over the Rhone, there you painted the night cafe, there you met the sun of the south, discovered your Japan as you called it, and set yourself free in paint.

Instead of everything ending at your grave, it ends with light.

And color.

Mon, August 24 2009 » Personal

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