My dear Vincent,
Hope this letter hits you with hope! The same colour as the yellow paint dangling on the edge of your Sunflower painting leaving your brush with a strange smell ,which the nose aspires to understand but alas ,noses do not have a heart so they can’t ! Fresh paint on the brush dripping of it as it passes a smirk on the canvas and softly teases the surface with a “catch me if you can” !
Hope,such a strange word ,right,Vincent ?
Sunflowers
I miss you Vincent.I know they never understood you.They hang you proudly on their walls,their fashionable museums where the rich puff cigars and drink cognac but they never for a moment look at you.The magic you have done.How you mixed the little blue with the naughty yellow and calmed down the cacophony of the palette with a tinge of white,as if she was the Queen Fairy in a fairytale. How you left the slight visible cracks on the canvas ,if one so dares to look close enough ,as if you wanted to escape through it ,giving us a glimpse of another Universe,where maybe things are much better,where there is much more “hope”.
Vincent as you looked over at that night sky and were blinded by the the brightest stars that shone with all their glory,when you saw that heaven and were drenched in it all,i get you Vincent.I get you ! Even speaking of it now gives me goosebumps.
The Starry Nights
On the nights when i have lost all hope,when i see nothing but darkness,i often think of you and things are not so bad anymore.Your life was tragic beyonds words that i can describe it in and if you could think of nothing but “Sunflowers” and “Starry Nights” then maybe it ain’t so bad afterall.Maybe i ain’t so sad afterall.Maybe i have underestimated the human will to overcome tragedy and even dramatized it giving it a Shakesperean play on the lines of Macbeth.
Vincent,only if i could show you what you mean to me,to us.Yes,even after 150 years,what you mean to the world.You gives us hope Vincent,you give us a sapling when the world has made deforestation a business.They may never understand you Vincent but they will never forget you.
And I – I will always love you.And aspire to understand you- a tiny bit everyday,and look at your creation with big buttony cat eyes,in awe.In hope.
You were not a failure Vincent,i wish i could show you that ! In fact ,you were the very opposite of that,and the fact that we have not bitten each other’s head off is precisely because of you and what you left behind.
You are not alone and you are not too far.When i walk back home every night ,turn my head to the sky and see the glimmering stars playing symphony with the strings of the Universe,i don’t think of Bach or Beethoven,i always think of you.
Truly Yours,
A Big Fan
PS : The pictures used along with this article are not owned by me and are owned by the Van Gogh Museam.I merely added them for the reader to have a better grasp of the article.
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