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 just want to say, I went to Nuenen, where Vincent stayed with his parents for two years and painted much of his work from his early, dark period. I walked for three hours in the pouring rain, with a lousy umbrella and thin poncho and a cheeky grin. When I arrived at his father’s […]
Wed, August 12 2009 » Personal » 2 Comments