The ghost of Van Gogh whispers through the field.
Some hear his words, some simply feel them. Some see the stroke of his brush in every detail of the scenery, a sweep of color carried on the wind. They look at what’s before them and realize that he did not speak with madness—he spoke the truth he saw, evident in every flower and blade of grass.
Oil on canvas.
46" x 35"
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