Vincent: Beauty for Madness

The life of Vincent Van Gogh has always stuck a chord within me. I fear it’s because I have a little bit of him inside. He was a man of God, but had such great empathy and idealism that didn’t do well in the cold, cynical world. That same empathy that caused such vivid art was also the same empathy in which he tried to follow the convictions of what love was. That great empathy was likely met with greater disappointment. That ark of empathy seemed worn down by the deluge of the suffering around him. Some nights, especially the cold ones, I feel a little worn down by what I see in the world around me too. … More Vincent: Beauty for Madness