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“They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.�� (Don McLean, “Vincent.��)

I have had this insane love for Vincent van Gogh’s work for as long as I can remember. It just screams, “Look at me. Feel me. This is life.�� All the breathtaking color vividly expressing mood and emotion. All the heavily textured brush strokes that one could visually see, knowing that the physical touch would be even more. I type this as I sit outside with a freshly filled bird feeder located on my far right, visible out of the corner of one eye. I find myself randomly glancing over to take in the mostly winter birds mixed with a few early spring birds that are busy battling it out with a cold weather fluffed squirrel. I contemplate the view and can’t help but think of Vincent strolling out in the early morning, with his gear in hand, ready to find the perfect everyday scene that captures his physical eye at that exact right moment. The color palette he wants to use already in his mind’s eye, set to match the mood of the day before him.

This book was everything it needed to be and then some. It was gorgeous, informative and I am so very happy to have it permanently placed on my nightstand in the top book spot. If you are a fan of Vincent’s art, I highly recommend it. I also recommend visiting any of his paintings in person (on my bucket list) and attending an immersive experience if one is close to you (I did that last summer). His work is something to behold, this book was amazing, and the planning of a tattoo of his art on my skin...well that last one is all mine.

“They would not listen, they’re not listening still. Perhaps they never will.�� (Don McLean, “Vincent.��)