Ears

You see, I’m fascinated by the idea that Van Gogh presumably cut of his ear because it didn’t fit in his painting. No clue  if it’s true fact or fiction. To be honest I couldn’t care less.  To start wondering about it would actually mean you didn’t understand shit.

Mr. Vincent Van Gogh, may I call you Vincent?

I have one of your drawings hanging on my wall. It drives me insane, you know…  I’ve rarely seen such torment. Maybe only in Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Oh, the two of you would have got it on, I bet.  Too bad almost a hundred years separated you. But, yeah, that’s just life I guess. Face to face with it you just feel you should grab an army knife and cut off its ear. Cuz it doesn’t fit. Cuz it sucks. Or in this case cut off its years, I do realize. But you know, in a way someone right now IS cutting off its (y)ear. That’s me, Mr. Van Gogh. Ive my laptop hurling the sonata in a loop and I’m starring at your drawing.

But you see, Mr. Van Gogh (I know I said I’d call you Vincent, but I can’t bring myself around to do it) there is something I don’t understand. You see, in your picture there, the one with Gauguin’s chair, you show your friend’s preference for introspection and painting from memory. Whilst you yourself have always preferred painting from live sceneries. Painting what is brought forward to you by nature’s means. So you sought nature. But you were always at war with it, weren’t you? Weren’t you?? Else why would you cut off your ear? You see, Mr Van Gogh, I need to understand that…

Beethoven himself didn’t cut off his ear, but he went deaf. So he also created from memory, Mr Van Gogh. Just like you were best friends with Gauguin, I bet you would have loved Beethoven. It’s this creating from inside out that’s so attiring to you, ain’t it? Ain’t it?? Oh you’re such a paradox… Vincent.

Note! The first painting is called Gauguin’s Chair. The second is called Van Gogh’s Chair.