Vincent's Yellow

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

Saint Paul, at Saint Remy

I went to the asylum today, where you stayed for a year. I sat in the space of the reaper, between your bedroom window and the asylum wall. My name means reaper, I am the reaper of your harvest. I saw the low mountains with my own eyes, the Alpilles, and they really are shaped […]

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Wed, August 26 2009 » Personal, Travel » No Comments


(photo by Tim Caldwell) I learned many, many things today in my research, but one particular thing is that Vincent liked olives. During one visit to his brother, in the last few months of his life, he bought olives every day and more or less forced his brother and his sister-in-law to eat them. I […]

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Fri, August 7 2009 » Personal, Research » No Comments