A tragic hero, Vincent van Gogh could be delightfully amusing. Writing to his sister Willemina from Provence, the artist offered a self-portrait in prose: "My complexion has changed from green-greyish-pink to greyish-orange...and I am always very dusty, always more bristlingly loaded like a porcupine, with sticks, painter's easel, canvases and further merchandise. Only the green eyes have remained the same.'
One can just picture the man-porcupine trundling along a country road, on his way to paint a sunny harvest landscape. Though he spent it in poverty and poor health, that first summer in the south of France may have been the happiest period in a life often disrupted by anxiety and disappointment. Two years later, this extraordinary man was laid to rest in Auvers-sur-Oise, a village northwest of Paris.
Each month's painting is accompanied by an apt passage from Van Gogh's letters.
Twelve monthly grids and full-color artwork.
12 x 13 inches, opens to 12 x 26 inches.