onlycolorandlight:
Vincent Van Gogh, Les Alyscamps, Allee in Arles, 1888
I am showing Van Gogh next week. So right now I am wondering how I will speak of such work and convey its desire for retreat from a world difficult to endure in, and a remarkable, insistent reaching for unfathomable grandeur, without becoming a mess. I feel excessively vulnerable up there, too conscious that as I step toward communicating about the work, will myself to supply it with language, I perform myself, and my own anxieties, longings, loves, contentions about the forms projected upon the wall. I ache doing this, I know I do not know precisely how to do it.
