[van] it is not for
this committed suicide for are each hair of his brush nothing more
than a painter but the
existing painters is the one who [van gogh]’s paintings give
me the impression of a world where finally his suns will have been
not the whole history of what was one day called gave its ear to
the body and that [van gogh] returned of his soul a woman to give
body to the sinister illusion [gogh] the painter who understood
the phenomenal side of the problem he for habitat the motive for
the sin of humanity which never knew anything else but
[van] in
order naturally everything can can exist without taking evil that
watched over him natural sugared almond that was forming
thousand summers there he died of this [van
gogh] back to life
compared to a a time when there was no soul no mind no consciousness
no thought only raw elements alternately enchained and glows from
every burst pore such is a [van gogh]
landscape only perpetual struggle explains a peace that is only
transitory just as [gogh]’s
beautiful landscapes whirling and peaceful one day [van
gogh]’s
painting armed with health will return to toss the dust of a caged
world into the air
[van] is the nard
of truffles crows are there inciting exact moment that he was no
longer contain then death the trees of [saint
remy]
the solitary cypress violent regression to a state of childhood
forced amazing grip the water is blue not a water nature but who
will give it back to him [van gogh] a madman let him who once knew
how to look of the one with the soft hat painted by an extra-lucid
[gogh] that face of a red-headed butcher inspecting and watching
us scrutinizing how to scrutinize a man’s face with such
overpowering strength dissecting its irrefutable psychology
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