Vincent & Me
There's more to Van Gogh than meets the eye. Or the ear, for that matter. WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY PETER MOORE
WHEN I WAS BANGING AROUND IN FRANCE last October I kept on running into Vincent Van Gogh.
He glared at me over a crowd at the Musee D’Orsay in Paris…
…and haunted me in the little village of St. Remy-de-Provence, where he was institutionalized in 1889. I even spent an entire day (and nine miles!) on an art-appreciation death march from Pontoise to Auver…
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