An Artist has to eat...

I read with exquisite sensitivity how Vincent Van Gogh languished and fretted and barely scraped by. He drug his easel and oils to the fields, pulled on by a force and passion that was perhaps more about soul sustenance than feeding his body. How many times when in the fields was he dehydrated and hungry? (France gets very hot in the summer.) What was the hope that brought him home each afternoon? Did he look foreward to seeing his chums in town?

If he was alive today, would he have an internet and a circle of artist writer friends on whom to recount his day, argue a point with, share a line of poetry or proudly show his newest work?

If he had internet he might write: “Hi all, Pass it on, My painting Mr. Energy! Is up for sale on eBay. I rarely sell originals but here goes. Even if you do not wish to buy, please tell your friends who might tell a friend… An utterly shameless plug; but an artist has to eat.”

He would share that sentiment no doubt. "Feel free to post ad nauseam. LOL! "

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Til next time. All the best, Cheers, Rhino

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