Talula vaguely remembers the night before. A pub near the Rhone...a few too many drinks; the sky started spinning...dark blues and golds and heavenly gifts of reds and cobalts; and then she saw stars...
Woke up in a little apartment with a guy who hacked off one ear! However...in his youth she was sure he resembled Bradley Cooper! At least that's what she's telling herself as she looks around the room to get a grip on her environment. A small twin bed, a chair, wooden floor...very modest for a fellow who's family apparently had a bourgeois outlook on life. The color was....very....
cornbreadish.
Born yesterday in 1890; another Aries who seemed to also view the world as an intolerable botch..."something that God threw together on one of his bad days".
Having become pretty much unemployable he turned to artwork which lay strewn around his apartment. I was most taken by his sketches.
In Van Goghs art one thing that caught me was that (in his drawings) his figures had a noted grip on the earth. His lines pulled at it.
...As if he resurfaced it with the beauty he wanted to see.
Hmmmm.
He seems nice enough though...although I get the feeling I might catch something from him if I stay much longer????
a demain,
TLB-VG?
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