Am I alone in thinking, who cares what Van Gogh thought of the asylum nurses and how they treated him. I look at those paintings and they make me feel good that I am privileged enough to lay eye upon them. Why is it that some people feel the need to dissect art. When you play a game of cards, do you sit back and talking wildly about how the subtle flipping of the dealer's wrist filled you with impending dread and how the uneven jaw of the winner obviously showed how he/she was really depressed about some homeless person he/she saw three days ago?
I'm sorry but I'm just tired of it. This isn't an attempt to insult people or their education however just because I have a good working knowledge of chemistry doesn't mean I ponder what the pH of the paint used is. I look, I see, I like or I dislike. I think everyone should try it.






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Kine
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BUY ART!
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