Vincent’s Sunflowers
September 26, 2023
Those aren’t Vincent’s, they’re our Seussian, end of season sunflowers. Of course.
I read a passage in a book today that talked about Van Gogh’s sunflowers, though, and I liked it:
“Van Gogh painted those sunflowers exactly like he saw them, living creatures who existed with him on the verge of sanity: part nightmare, part daydream.”
The book was Oh My Mother!, written by Connie Wang. Yes, about a mother-daughter relationship. One of the rare times I actually finished one of my book group books!
Life of Wry 