I have very few photos of the van Gogh exhibit as photography was not allowed within the hall. It was an experience – music and projected images in a dimmed hall. It’s hard to describe, but I could have sat there for hours – it was thrilling and relaxing at the same time.
All I think of Vincent van Gogh I immediately think of the song ‘Vincent’. He commands my sympathy and it’s incredulous that no one truly recognized his genious until he was gone. Again it makes me think that insanity and genious are closely connected. Sometimes when you think ‘too hard’ it’s almost impossible not to lose your grasp on things. It might be why we all try to ‘switch off’.
I totally feel the same way. Coffee sustains me.
What it was like in the darkened hall that was filled with sweet music. I wish they sold the CD. Thought I heard Mozart, Mendelsson and that haunting song from Pan’s Labryinth.
I don’t know why, but this Dali quote was at the van Gogh exhibit. Perhaps because van Gogh was a perfectionist? That he had low self esteem and never knew what a genious he was.
I always wish I had a million more hours to redo things over and over till I get them perfect. But even then I would feel like it could be a little better. I tend to be a perfectionist and there is this constant nagging voice in my head “Not good enough”, so this was the most inspiring quote of the day.