by Ginger Hanchey
“The figure of a labourer — some furrows in a ploughed field — a bit of sand, sea and sky — are serious subjects, so difficult, but at the same time so beautiful, that it is indeed worthwhile to devote one’s life to the task of expressing the poetry within them.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
Continue reading “What Van Gogh Teaches Us about Writing Poetry”
by Nancy Casciato
We only see what we look at.
John Berger, Ways of Seeing
I manage to keep quiet while we order our brownie and coffee, but as soon as we sit down and prop elbows across the tiny museum café table, I blurt out: “She looks just like Girl with a Red Hat!” Continue reading “Still Light”
by Ashley Elizabeth Trotter
On a small plot of land in a town just beyond the boundaries of Paris, Vincent van Gogh lies beside his brother, two twin headstones denoting who rests where. The year I turned twenty-one, I visited van Gogh in Auvers-sur-Oise, walked the fields he captured in oil on canvas, touched the threshold of the stone building within which he ended himself. Continue reading “The Langlois Bridge at Arles: Love, Life, and Death in the South of France”
After the Art 