Part of my great artists series. This one is about Vincent van Gogh.

Yes I do. And it's not like I listen with one ear or go crazy with anxiety because I suspect that's what his affliction was besides a tactile fixation with squeezing paint from tubes and experiencing colorful orgasms watching paint ooze over the canvas and it's not like I have a brother to share my thoughts with because I have none or feel the way I do right now because under my eyes I feel the paint and the tooth of the canvas under my fingers and the ruffle of black feathers cutting through the air with their shadows on wheat stalks gliding under a breeze and a torrid Crystal Meth glow and Black Puerto Rican rum. ~~~ Alex Nodopaka January©2015