… to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
(via jabberwocksandborogoves)
When you feel weak, empty, worthless,
keep in mind that there are still:
people to meet,
and new places to see,
and new trees to climb,
and new lips to kiss,
and new songs to sing,
and new foods to try,
and new days to wake up to.
There’s still more.
Hang in there.
