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There goes Vincent with his jagged sky, and ragged beard. His cobalt blue are stained with the glue that should hold us all together, but it doesn't. His sunflowers are lost on humanity. When we can't hold on to what we pretend to love, we kill it... Usually in small treacherous ways, like apathy or arrogance.
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Impressive piece, despite my limited knowledge of the fellow, which can be summed up with the most misquoted thing of all first, that he didnt sell any paintings in his lifetime, which most people who have heard of a pub wuiz league knows is a trick question, because he sold loads, while working as an art salesman in England, so should read "he sold none of his own painting, which thsnkfully moves me on to my fibal piece of trivia abouy his sunflowrrs. Didnt he paint them to cheer up the room of another artist who was staying with him.
Eother way, im sure he'd nod appreciatively at this.
Sitting here thinking on all the "artwork" I've paused upon through the years... thanks for bringing "it" back behind my eyes once again. Oh, and btw - welcome to WC ...some good people pause here.
I guess Vincent's sunflowers would never make it out of a painting and the sky would be grey....with our apathy ...the paintings of old are treasured because the way we live today is to ruin everything we touch....
nothing is sacred now... we seem to be in a state of "I don't care".... NICE WRITE
Warmly, B
Impressive piece, despite my limited knowledge of the fellow, which can be summed up with the most misquoted thing of all first, that he didnt sell any paintings in his lifetime, which most people who have heard of a pub wuiz league knows is a trick question, because he sold loads, while working as an art salesman in England, so should read "he sold none of his own painting, which thsnkfully moves me on to my fibal piece of trivia abouy his sunflowrrs. Didnt he paint them to cheer up the room of another artist who was staying with him.
Eother way, im sure he'd nod appreciatively at this.
Even Vincent wasn't a happy man and he had alll those sunflowers ...
We need to learn to nurture , not destroy , but words fall mostly on deaf or no ears..
So often when people color outside the lines the true beauty of their creations need a second look. Once we do that we wonder how it is we missed it on first look.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..