i'm still not quite used to connecting with artworks and them having such an emotional effect on me. i find myself flipping through the same pages over and over again, craving more intimacy and meaning with each of the works.



i cried a lot over this one. granted i'm not at my best these days, but this piece is so vibrant and beautiful... thinking of van gogh and his process of creating this piece and whatever went through his desperate mind that led to his suicide, the immense frustration of being unable to perform and live out his passion because of an illness he had no control over, made me incredibly sad.