The Faces of Vincent van Gogh

By Kerry Lee
“I have moments when I am twisted with enthusiasm or madness or prophecy, like a Greek Oracle on his tripod.” – Vincent van Gogh
Some have suggested these are the words of a madman. Some have opined they are the words of nothing but a peasant.  In my mind, this missive was delivered by a brilliant artist and innovator who was completely aware of his foibles, follies, moments of mania, and especially the hole of his abysmal depression.  I discovered Vincent van Gogh my first year at university, when I enrolled in an Art Survey course.  I had visited many natural history museums acr...

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