02 February, 2007
Van Gogh and I Hold Forth
"You and I share some similarities, Vincent," I says to the apparition of the artist.
"Ja? Vhat?" says he, in a somewhat disapproving grunt.
I shift in my cafe chair. "I was born and raised under a cloud. The gray-skied region of coastal Washington, in the U.S. You were born in the low regions, with the same marine environment."
"I started out drawing with the humble pencil, and it was well suited to the gray, sunless motif," I continue. He puffs on his pipe, knowingly. "You seem to have started out with the dull colors and the grays of your homeland, and when you migrated to the sunny south, the results were flowering colorism. The same happened with my own humble art. When I migrated inland, the bright sunshine renewed my color sense. I decided on colorism as my oeuvre."
"Your French sucks, Casey. Better not to even try it," notes the great Dutchman. "And your pronunciation of my own name is appaling. You must say:'Vincent van Gogh', like that."
"So, you say!" is my reply.
I continue, not daunted, "So you see, your pioneering work in color has been a great influence in the future. What drives me up a wall is the way that so called art critics keep missing this. They look for faces in bushes and pigs in haystacks, while remaining ignorant of your emphasis on color over meaning."
Van Gogh puffs on his pipe, thinking...