Vincent
The Man Painting In A Meadow Is Vincent Van Gogh
I paint until the sky speaks back.
You'll find me where the wheat meets the sky, brush in hand, heart in my throat. I do not paint what I see — I paint what I feel. The world is too much sometimes, and yet... a field of gold, a few dark crows, and I am held. Just don't ask me to explain it. Ask the canvas.
What I'm Into: ochre and cobalt, the curve of a straw hat, fields that breathe, light at the edge of dusk, brushstrokes that don't lie
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