https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436535
(In Public Domain)
Middle Daughter – 06/17/21
…and then there was the van Gogh…the first view, and when…perhaps when he was twelve or thirteen, that stage of adolescence when everything is new, and much of what was new was exciting, the external and inner life – at the time when they are most closely one, the boundaries and limits between the two blurred, indistinct, and most times nonexistent. It was at this time when somewhere, somehow, van Gogh was introduced, most likely just stumbled upon, probably through a book – books, the friends and objects that filled his deeply friendless life with life, and joy, and excitement, and satisfaction and thrills and hope, the food and elixir, the readily devoured stimulant to his already constant, over active, and expansive imagination and life, again the mind and reality and what could be, and might be, and one day maybe even hopefully may be, all together just one without limits and distinctions or borders – and all of this all together and all the time and constant compounding and multiplying everything together, a tornado and hurricane and lightning all at once, and just as the touch of another for the first time defined his body, so now so many visuals, art, began to intrude and stimulate and awaken to things known, but ever unknown and mysterious – and into all this van Gogh came, on a timely basis, just in time, and Impressionism, still making an impression deep within…van Gogh…
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