Victoria Charles

Van Gogh is the incarnation of the suffering, a misunderstood martyr of modern art and the emblem of the artist as an outsider.

Van Gogh neither despised life nor was he its master.

I would not value life at all, if there were not something infinite, something deep, something real.”[

but we are still far from the time when people will understand the curious relation between one fragment of nature and another, which all the same explain each other and enhance each other.

Like everyone else, I need friendly or affectionate relationships or intimate companionship, and am not made of stone or iron like a pump or a lamppost, and like any man of culture or decency I cannot do without these things and not feel a void, a lack of something

what preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way, how can I become more knowledgeable and study some subject or other in depth?

“I should like to be with a woman for a change, I cannot live without love, without a woman. I would not value life at all, if there were not something infinite, something deep, something real.

a life which has been described so many times that it is by now the stuff of legend.

organized a provocative exhibition, and Jean Cocteau

Elena Diakonova, whom he married in 1917. Elena entered the world of the Dadaists, and later, by which time she was known as Gala, “the muse of the Surrealists”.