a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.
I am back. On trains all day from Arles. Arles that charmed me in some ways, and in other ways… I stood where the Yellow House used to be. It got bombed during WWII. But it was almost better because I could occupy the same space as you… All the trains I took today seated […]
Fri, August 28 2009 » Personal, Travel » 1 Comment
I went to the asylum today, where you stayed for a year. I sat in the space of the reaper, between your bedroom window and the asylum wall. My name means reaper, I am the reaper of your harvest. I saw the low mountains with my own eyes, the Alpilles, and they really are shaped […]
Wed, August 26 2009 » Personal, Travel » No Comments
I am about to leave for Arles from Northern Spain. I am very happy that this is my last stop because this is where you really found yourself, Vincent. It is also where I believe you lost yourself. It is there you painted Starry Night over the Rhone, there you painted the night cafe, there […]
Mon, August 24 2009 » Personal » No Comments