IN the heat of inspiration, Vincent VanGogh could put in a straight eleven-hour stretch before his easel, then sit down and write: "These colors give me extraordinary exaltation. I have no thought of fatigue; I shall do another picture this very night, and I shall bring it off. I have a terrible lucidity at moments when nature is so beautiful; I am not conscious of myself any more, and the pictures come to me as in a dream."
Such superb passages from Van Gogh's letters to his younger brother, Art Dealer Theo Van Gogh,...
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