Posted by Mabie

last night sir mark broke my heart.

fresh from my creativity and problem awareness class, i was left reeling and in dire need of red horse beer — grande, please — upon the discovery of the “possibility” that vincent van gogh may not have been the crazed maniac i’ve always romanticized him to be.

this is my favorite painting of his, my favorite painting ever, actually:

in last night’s class, all that was romantic about this painting was ripped and shredded to pieces right in front of me. and all i can do was to don on that glazed, stone-faced mask to keep the tears from falling. i would have been very hard-pressed to explain to the class what the fuck i was crying about, first of all. more…