| Vincent is my favorite painter. His self portrait that hangs in the Musée D’Orsay moves me to tears. The expressionistic eyes make me cry. It’s the first time a painting ever instilled that powerful an emotion in me.
Now his sharp creative brilliance is overlooked by the price tag that hangs over his head. Mind you, that is a flawed head missing one ear. His work is no longer regarded as art but as a commodity. Monetary value has dulled the work of a man who used to have to trade in his finished paintings for more paint because no one wanted to buy them. That is fucked up.
Vincent shot himself in a cemetery not far from the place he used to live and paint. His body rests in that small village in the south of France. That is sad and fucked up.
- written by McCutcheon
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