The world's most famous artist died in slow and painful obscurity.
At the time, nobody knew him except for Paul Gaugin and the handful of women who rejected his love.
A self-inflicted gunshot to the stomach was finally taking his lonely life.
His labored breathing receded into a deep pneumonic whisper.
Now, strange things started to appear: neon vortices and spirals of light and painted galaxies and golden fields and crows, oh so many crows.
Today, he lives on in a billion copies and reproductions and consumer products that bare his sanity-costing genius.
Everyone knows who Van Gogh is.
About the Creator
Miles Pen
I'm a Native American artist and storyteller who enjoys creating new things.
* Nitsiniiyi'taki ("I Thank You" in Blackfeet)
Comments (1)
Loved this! The title is great, too!