Today, I decided to expose myself to art or, rather, to be exposed to art. We visited the Van Gogh museum...along with thousands of other people. Perhaps, I should be encouraged by so much interest in culture, but I do not appreciate crowds...especially ones that include screaming children. One may check bags at the door, but not unruly, or even ruly, children.
Old Vincent had a tough life and seemed to have had some head problems. Despite that, he produced a few good paintings...and some not-so-good ones. Of course, even his bad ones command a better price than he ever got paid. (Maybe my descendants will profit from my writing.)
I learned one thing; Vinnie and his contemporaries were strongly influenced by Japanese art. I knew that Picasso has stolen ideas from Africa, but did not knew that things Japanese had invaded Europe in the 19th century.
This visit confirmed my preference for Impressionist painters (Monet, Manet, Pissario, Sisley) and lack of interest in Gauguin.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.