Brotherly Love

“In Vincent’s work, I saw life.  When Vincent died, a big part of me died also.  I tried my hand at painting also but had not his talent.  I had the means.  Often it is that way.  The impressionist painter with the talent – Monet or Renoir – had to paint to survive.  The painter with the means – Caillebotte – bought their works and helped them pay their daily bread.  Decades later Monet and Renoir are famous, but the man who helped them survive, is unknown.  That is why I come to speak.  Not to rewrite the past but to encourage the patrons of the future.”

Theo Van Gogh

I’ve just come from a visit to the interactive, immersive Van Gogh show at Montreal’s Arsenal Gallery.  As this show tours the planet, I hope you too will take an hour to connect emotionally with Vincent’s life, his enormous body of work and the bittersweet irony of it all.

Back in 2010, when I was receiving channeled writings regularly, I received this from Vincent’s brother, Theo.  I know this statement is not rational and doesn’t belong to our three dimensional world.  Yet, it happened.  I cannot explain it. The words appeared, the ideas fully formed and flowing to the paper as fast as I could write. I was deeply grieved when this collaboration ended and happy to now share these writings. If you read the words and they illicit some emotion, please send me a comment.