30/07/2023
Today, 133 years ago, Vincent passed away.
He himself wrote beautifully about life and death in a letter to his brother Theo: 'Painters - to speak only of them - being dead and buried, speak to a following generation or to several following generations through their works. Is that all, or is there more, even? In the life of the painter, death may perhaps not be the most difficult thing.
For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream in as simple a way as the black spots on the map, representing towns and villages, make me dream. July 1888.
