“To Vincent, his art was a record of his life more true, more revealing (“how deep—how infinitely deep”) even than the storm of letters that always accompanied it. Every wave of “serenity and happiness,” as well as every shudder of… — Steven Naifeh Copy Share
“To Vincent, his art was a record of his life more true, more revealing (“how deep—how infinitely deep”) even than the storm of letters that always accompanied it. Every wave of “serenity and happiness,” as well as every shudder of pain and despair, he believed, found its way into paint; every heartbreak into heartbreaking imagery; every picture into self-portraiture. “I… — Steven Naifeh Copy Share
“Puente levadizo y dama con sombrilla, MAYO DE 1888, TINTA Y TIZA SOBRE PAPEL, 60 X 31,9 CM © Los Angeles County Museum of… — Steven Naifeh Copy Share Image
“Vincent was the victim of his own fanatic heart. “There’s something in the way he talks that makes people either love him or hate him,” he tried to explain. “He spares nothing and no one.” Long after others had put away the breathless manias of youth, Vincent still lived by their unsparing rules. Titanic, unappeasable passions swept through his life.… — Steven Naifeh Copy Share
